Tate Continent.
Spring Breeze City, Holy Light Tower.
After many days, Maxim brought the Night Watchers here once again.
A human Night Watcher who followed along wore an expression of numbness, his voice weak.
"Let's hope this time, there's a gain."
He no longer knew how many times he had said this.
Hearing these words, Maxim's expression showed some helplessness, and even the elves beside him couldn't help but turn their heads.
"Maxim? Why are you here again? Even if there are important matters, frequent disturbances can make people feel annoyed."
An elven noble who was idly wandering at the entrance of the Holy Light Church looked at Maxim and stopped him.
"Here again, creating these kinds of chance encounter scenes every day, is he really not tired?" An elf couldn't help but complain.
Before Maxim could speak, a cold voice came from the tower.
"Come in, Maxim, the person you want to see has arrived."
