Capital City, Council.
The scene in the council was different now; initially led subtly by Metheus, the council was now respectfully looking at a middle-aged man who hadn't taken a seat.
This middle-aged man's muscles were very well-proportioned, and his long black hair fell naturally. It seemed his beard hadn't been shaved for a long time, giving him a somewhat casual and indifferent appearance.
He quietly looked at the image of Baiyi, with some fluctuation in his cold eyes. He turned his head and finally looked at Diane.
"Come with me. This time, the harvest outside was quite good. Those few kids are already waiting for you with the teacher."
As he spoke, he didn't even glance at the legislators, turned around, and walked out unhurriedly.
Diane was a bit surprised. Hesitatingly, she glanced at Baiyi's projection but still stood up and followed the middle-aged man's steps, softly responding, "Yes, Lord Romen."
