Chapter 779: An Idea
Cyrandel casually read the reason Valandor had provided.
Retrieving my women who had been turned into slaves inside the Human Empire.
That was all. There was no mention of what methods he intended to use, who exactly these women were, or where they were.
Valandor was clever. Had he mentioned he was entering the territory of a top freshman from all three Empires, the staff responsible for approving such requests might have rejected his application at a single glance.
"Call him," Cyrandel said, gently setting the paper down.
Venyra quickly departed to relay the message.
Several floors down, in a branch building, a male elf with sharp features and long, silky white hair sat restlessly on a bench outside the counter where he had submitted his form.
His restlessness showed in the way he kept shaking his left leg as he lost himself in thought.
