Lumian patted Roddy, who had changed into a red-bottomed waiter's clothes with gold edges and white trousers, and said with a smile: "Tell Mr. Fidel that I want to visit him in order to buy some occult materials."

"Okay." Roddy wanted to say that if you took the revolver away from my vest, I would feel your kindness even more strongly.

Lumian leaned against the wall of the house on the street and watched the fraudster walk into the four-story gray-brown-roofed building at No. 16 decorated with many statues on the outer wall.

As soon as Rody passed through the hall and escaped the aim of the revolver, he instinctively wanted to pretend that nothing happened and did not go to report to his master.

He quickly remembered that the man who was more hesitant to shoot than drink water had warned him: if he couldn't wait for Fidel's reply within ten minutes, he would shout outside that Rody was a fraud.

Or, should I tell him directly that Mr. Fidel doesn’t want to see him? But he doesn’t seem like someone who is easily deceived, so it would be bad to do something drastic... Roddy hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and knocked.

Study door.

Fidel Guerra is of both Intis and Fenebaud descent. He has slightly curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and darker skin. He seemed to be very delicate when he was young, but now he has some mottled white hair and

Some obvious nasolabial folds.

Wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, he held a glass of wine and listened quietly to the frightened Roddy as he told how they had evil intentions and wanted to defraud the new adventurers.

After hearing Lumian jump on the wooden platform, shoot to attract attention, and ask where to get magical items, the big businessman sighed and said to his stupid waiter: "No need to talk about the rest, is he now?"
Chapter completed!