Although the relationship between the two countries isn't great, the old diplomat still put on a professional smile when they met.
"Welcome to the land of freedom—Fanriel! Gentlemen!"
He strode forward, arms open wide, loudly addressing Bishop Carl and his entourage descending from the flying ship. Seeing the old diplomat, Bishop Carl also walked over with a smile.
"May the Goddess guard you, people of order."
The two sides exchanged a glance, each revealing a smile, then they shook hands.
"Well then, everyone, please follow me. We have already prepared accommodations for you..."
"No need."
Bishop Carl shook his head, interrupting the old diplomat.
"Our Sanctuary takes the report submitted by the Fanriel Parliament very seriously. If possible, we would like to see the front first..."
Upon hearing Bishop Carl's words, the old diplomat's brows slightly arched, and then his smiling face became enthusiastic again.
