He made a gesture.
"Is she from the Adventurers' Guild?"
"So far as we have discovered, no."
"That's really interesting, the fact she isn't, but it's also good... It makes things easier to handle. Arrange it carefully, if confrontation isn't ideal, use a gentler approach—do you understand?"
"Yes."
Watching his subordinate leave, the man leaned against the glass railing, twirling his wine glass. The red wine swirled inside, reflecting his face which others couldn't see.
Meanwhile...
The Old Master, who had arrived at the Fosa Hotel in London, placed the newspaper on the table, sighing, "She actually chose to travel with the Cao siblings, making it impossible for our men to act. Is she rejecting my invitation?"
"Old Master, we've got news from MEID. They will send someone over soon to handle this proposal."
"Just one person?"
"Yes."
