"Good morning, Princess Hexia." He bowed, and Boenhardt, who came along with him, nodded as well.
"Still as beautiful as ever, Princess Hexia." The old man was always unconventional.
"Come and sit down." Hexia nodded slightly, walking ahead to lead them to the fourth floor of the building on this side. The floor was covered with soft carpets, and the room was spacious and empty, with only a round table and several chairs by the window.
The maid who stayed here poured tea for the three of them and then left the room, standing by the door waiting, while the three sat by the window chatting leisurely.
"The day before yesterday, Mr. Lindsay mentioned the destroyed Seventh Civilization. Why did they disappear from history?"
"It's natural for Princess Hexia to be curious because the Seventh Civilization is quite special. It isn't a common technological civilization but an organization focused on secret technique practice."
