"Alright, my Lord, I will notify them immediately."
Gang Le nodded and turned to convey the order.
Luo De lightly squeezed with his legs, signaling Night Fury to move forward.
After taking two steps, Luo De looked at Vivian on the side,
"Later, write another letter to the lord of Ice Breath Hills, telling him to hold on no matter what."
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Night falls.
Ice Breath Hills.
In the hall of the Lord Manor of Ice Breath Town, the flickering fire from the fireplace.
The scent of pine resin mixed with smoke warded off the chill of the night.
The silver-haired Camille stood silently in front of the table, gazing at the map.
The deep brown leather armor was finely cut, fitting her shoulders and waistline, outlining a tight and powerful physique.
Her handsome face, tinged with a cold aura, played with the delicate arrows in her hand.
"Miss, you should leave quickly!"
Butler Ku Lun stood in front of her, his hunched figure wrapped in a heavy fur robe, his voice pleading,
