Before Jia Xiu knocked on the door, he had considered how to introduce himself. If he said he was from the Association, he realized he seemed to have nothing that could prove his Association identity.
If he said Saint Dero, he did not hold any church position in Saint Dero.
After thinking it over, the Juan-Jia Xiu Merchant Group was still the most recognizable name.
Then he remembered that he was here for Daniel's business, so he added the title of God of Transcription and Depiction.
Though he had not cared when he said it, anyone truly devout toward the gods would have been shocked. Putting a personal title before a god's name—blasphemy!
Fortunately, Fiona was not a particularly devout believer either.
She merely looked bewildered. She had received too much information in too short a time and was on the verge of crashing.
The moment she saw Jia Xiu, she had not processed what merchant group or god he was talking about. There was only a string of questions in her mind.
Who was he? Where had he come from? What was he here for?
"Uh, should I come up and talk, or will you come down? Craning my neck like this is pretty tiring."
Jia Xiu said this with his head tilted upward. This attic was not the comfortable sort of attic. There were no stairs, only a ladder, and the door could barely be called a door—it was a wooden hatch that had to be pushed open while climbing the ladder.
He had only seen layouts like this before in those absurd rental-property videos he used to scroll past.
"But my suggestion is that you come down, then we go somewhere else, like Aurelius's Mage Tower, or anywhere you choose. This place clearly isn't convenient."
Fiona lived