"Jerry Alexander? His Grace the Duke?" The name was unfamiliar to Zeng Mu, but the sender's exalted status genuinely shocked him. His face even paled a little. This letter had come as a complete surprise.
"Why would someone like that send me a letter?" he asked Yetos, voicing his confusion.
Yetos smiled calmly. "Why not read it and find out?"
Zeng Mu nodded, then opened the envelope and drew out the letter. His eyes followed the few brief, forceful lines as he read them aloud in a steady voice:
"Greetings, my dear Son of the Holy Temple, newly appointed Baron, and Elementalist, Nameless.
By the time you read this letter, three days will likely have passed. Though time will be somewhat short, you should still have enough. Of course, some of the blame is mine. Had I written to you sooner, this would not have been an issue. Please forgive these foolish ears of mine.
Still, merely hearing of your deeds has astonished me. I understand that you are currently stationed at the junction of the Three Great Territories, serving in the Vanguard's Integrated Legion under Yetos. Thus, I have written and sent you this letter.
I hope you will attend this year's Temple Capital Banquet, which officially begins at dusk seven days from now. It would be all the more delightful if you could bring your partner. The journey is long, so I wish you good luck. -Jerry Alexander."
Lowering the letter, Zeng Mu looked at Yetos, its contents still echoing in his mind.
"Knight Commander, what is the Temple Capital Banquet?" he asked.
Having already guessed what the letter contained, Yetos spread his hands. "The Temple Capital Banquet, you see, has quite a bit of significance."
He gave a light cough to clear his throat. "It isn't some