"Mr. Diket!"
Fang Hong pushed the door open and entered, just in time to see the middle-aged knight sitting on one side of the bar hall. In a gray cloak, he was looking at him with a smile—the shadow and light outlined the gentle features of his face, which surprised Fang Hong into exclaiming.
Diket smiled and stroked his beard, nodding to him while motioning for him to sit down. "Keep it down, my friend," Diket said with a smile. "I'm here quietly this time, I don't want to alarm others."
Fang Hong, hearing this, quickly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, then let out a breath of relief. He turned back, scratching his head awkwardly. Diket couldn't help but laugh at his appearance: "You're still the same as ever, Ade," but then he paused, shaking his head: "But not entirely."
Fang Hong was taken aback, puzzled: "How am I not the same, Mr. Diket? I haven't changed much from before?"
