That's right, it was sent by Manager Blood. In the Second World, no creature dares to impersonate the title of Manager.
His gaze moved upward, once again looking at the first line of the message, feeling his mind buzzing.
No, what exactly is this person up to?
How did he become so polite?
If he didn't see the signature on the second line, he would even think it was some chairman of the Wizard Alliance sending him a message.
"Well, anyway, this shouldn't be a bad thing...right?" Lor took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and immediately sent a message back to Blood.
[Great Manager of the Silkworm Dream Super Civilization, I am ready.
——Space-Time]
"Whew—"
The next moment, he felt a blur before his eyes, as he transitioned from the top lounge of the Wizard Tower to another lush green lounge. The long black table before him turned into a long emerald green table.
