"I don't know her, really!"
Zheng Qing explained with some panic, but he also knew that continuing to hide in his seat would not help resolve this trouble in the slightest. He could only slowly get to his feet, all while hoping for his companions' understanding and support.
"If you don't know her, why did she come looking for you?"
The Red-faced Male Wizard looked at him with contempt, cracking his knuckles as he muttered in a low but perfectly clear voice, "No sense of responsibility. Dares to do it, but not own up to it."
As Zheng Qing passed by, Fatty Xin gave him a sour shove and said in a strange tone, "In those serialized romance stories I read in the papers, lots of scumbags get drunk and mess around, accidentally leave behind a seed, and then a couple years later, the woman shows up at their door with a child. Those scumbags all say the same thing: 'I don't know her'..."
Zheng Qing finally realized he had been wrong.
Trying to find empathy from his companions on this sort of matter was no different from playing with fire or climbing a tree to catch fish.
He decisively quickened his pace and reached the door.
"You are...?"
The boy deliberately stood sideways, positioning himself diagonally in front of the unfamiliar witch and maintaining a sufficiently safe distance.
"Catherine Stuart. I am a witch from the North District."
The witch lowered her head slightly in respect, then presented him with a letter using both hands. "The Great Sage sent me to invite you... This is her handwritten letter."
Zheng Qing let out a heavy sigh of relief.
He deliberately looked back before accepting the letter. Calling it a letter was a stretch—it was really just a sheet of parchment,