On November 1, in a secret chamber of the Temple of Wealth in Night-Kirin City, Landen once again entered the business talks as Mr. White Wolf. The moment he came online, he was welcomed by Giant Tree and the others.
"Mr. White Wolf, you're finally back! You have no idea—at last week's meeting, we were all praying for Night-Kirin City to claim victory."
"Thank you, everyone!" Landen now approached these secret business meetings with the mindset of chatting in a completely unrelated group. It was all just boasting and idle chatter anyway, yet receiving strangers' heartfelt prayers still made him quite happy.
"Mr. White Wolf, you have no idea how lively the Imperial Capital was that day. At least dozens of lords set out one after another," Mr. Sea Turtle said. "You must have taken part in that final battle. If it's not inconvenient, could you describe the fighting that day for us?"
"Exactly, Mr. White Wolf. All we heard was that Night-Kirin City held the entire Gallop Plains, but we know nothing about the rest!" Antler added.
"Mr. Antler is right. Even the Grand Council meetings of the past two weeks have only reported that negotiations are underway. Not even the Legends involved have revealed a shred of information about that day." Giant Tree summed it up. "We've all been waiting for your news!"
"You're all too kind," Landen said with a smile toward the Magic Mirror. "As everyone knows, the Magic Beast God, Dragon Race Legends, and lords of the Empire all descended upon the battlefield that day. If we leave aside matters involving them, all I can reveal is that on the 32nd, a grand reception was held in Iowa. Several Beast God's Favored and Archmage Rosef Hiwidno of the Hindukush Basin attended as well."
"So that