"Master Wizard!"
Greywell stepped onto the stone steps.
He had changed into a different outfit. Not only was he wearing leather armor, but he also had a helmet on his head, and even a Cross Sword hung at his waist.
Lynch raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, and said, "Why did you come up here?"
Greywell chuckled indifferently and said, "As the Supreme Governor of Feiyan City, how could I hide at the back at a time like this, when life and death are at stake?"
His smile carried a childlike playfulness as he asked, "How do I look now? Do I seem like a Knight?"
Lynch frowned slightly.
This joke was far from amusing.
Greywell was advanced in age, and with such frail bones, if one of the beasts on the rampart were to crash into him, it would be no laughing matter. Even with Magic as protection, Lynch still found the risk unnecessary.
After all, he was still counting on this old man to push forward the framework of his future plans.
