Gaven praised sincerely: "I've heard for a long time that the casting abilities of the Harlans Witches are unique, and only recently have I truly been enlightened. First, there's Lord Red Feather's unstoppable Fire Elemental Army, then Lord Water Spirit's Dance of Ice, dazzling and fierce. I believe the remaining lords also have their own specialized trump cards."
"Commander, you're too kind." The Water Spirit Witch looked at Gaven, her eyes shimmering peculiarly, "You have an advantage in dealing with corruption that we can only dream of. We also hope you can introduce us to the Natural Balancer to experience her great power."
Gaven, considering his composure better than most, still found his resolve shaken by her glance, redefining the term femme fatale in his mind.
Previously, he always thought this adjective was used by irresponsible men pushing their responsibilities onto women.
Now it seems, beauty reaching a certain level truly can cause disasters.
