Standing in a corner of the Saint Sun's Study in the Holy Arrival Hall, Harbin stared idly at his toes.
Sitting on a plain chair cushioned with straw, Horn handed the last letter to Duvalon, "This is for Hilov. Tell her I'm well and will return soon, so she need not worry."
"Yes, Your Eminence." Holding a stack of letters, Duvalon hurried out of the study.
Only then did Horn gesture for Harbin to come closer, "Why are you hiding so far away? It's not like you don't know me."
"Hehe, you are the Saint's Grandson descended to earth; looking at your face feels like blasphemy to me."
"Enough, enough, you're getting more and more outlandish." Horn made a feigned grimace, pretending to cover Harbin's mouth.
Harbin chuckled and bowed to Horn, "Your Eminence, what are your orders?"
Horn put away his smile and got down to business, "How is the situation at the Gray Furnace Town Armory Workshop currently?"
