"Ronald, the people in the south have indeed contacted my father."
"You actually didn't lie to me!"
Dragging Ronald into the tavern, Xie Si Ta's mood was somewhat uplifted. Getting in touch with Bapulor was great news both for her and for the entire cult of magicians.
Ronald replied nonchalantly:
"I have no reason and no need to lie to you about this."
"Anyway, the people of Bapulor are there, and given that guy's personality and capabilities, you'd have received news sooner or later."
"Hehe..."
Xie Si Ta chuckled softly.
The young cult magician led Ronald through the tavern's front desk corridor to an inner part of the building, finally entering a room that looked like a living quarters.
Then, an awkward situation appeared before their eyes.
On the bed of this living room, a man and a woman were currently sleeping peacefully.
When Xie Si Ta led Ronald in, the woman immediately opened her eyes and respectfully tried to stand up to greet her.
"Shush—"
