Half an hour later.
The tranquility of the Vesuvius Dake volcano's mid-mountain slope, the center of Pompeii Town, within a meeting room on the fourth floor of a stone building at the affairs point.
Dozens of wizards sat around a rectangular table, with Long Mei'er sitting at one end of the rectangle, occupying the lead position, hosting the meeting. The wizards on the sides spoke one after another under Long Mei'er's cue and inquiry.
Richard was positioned at a corner of the table, sitting upright without uttering a word, seemingly very focused on listening to others' speeches, yet in reality, most of his thoughts had drifted away from the current conference room to other places.
An hour and a half ago, Long Mei'er suddenly called him out to attend this meeting, and he was a bit stunned, thinking Long Mei'er had discovered some suspicious points and required him to explain in a formal setting.
