Qin Ran was invited to the open space beside the tent.
The Upper Evil Spirit, along with the young guardian knight, entered the tent. It was not that they did not want to arrange a better place for Qin Ran, but the entire camp had only this one tent suitable for discussions.
As for the remaining tents?
The densely packed beds had long made it difficult even to find a place to stand inside them.
In fact, even this tent belonged to the new lord of Sika Territory, not the Church of Mist—if anything, the Church of Mist was even more impoverished than imagined.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness Colin."
The former baroness, now the new lord of Sika Territory, Eileen Sika, greeted Qin Ran warmly.
"Good afternoon, Lord of Sika Territory."
Qin Ran replied politely.
Then, the two fell silent.
Without a mission, Qin Ran was not someone who took the initiative to speak, much less someone who actively livened up the atmosphere.
And the new lord of Sika Territory?
Could one expect a woman who stayed home reading every day to be skilled at socializing?
Thus, both remained silent.
Yet the silence was not awkward.
That was because Qin Ran was intently examining his spoils.
This made the new lord of Sika Territory breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, her gaze was drawn uncontrollably toward the longsword in Qin Ran's hand.
"Forged from refined steel, broad-bladed, longer than an ordinary longsword by a fist's width, and with those magical markings... Is it one of the Temple of the War God's fine pieces?"
Although the new lord was not skilled at socializing, her vast knowledge gave her extraordinary insight.
In fact, the information displayed in Qin Ran's eyes about the longsword was largely identical to what the new lord recognized.