"Where's the escort?" the Angel Envoy asked with furrowed brows as he heard them mention an escort.
This female leader seemed quite capable of fighting, but she was still a woman after all and might not be able to handle many moves against him. Moreover, her mentor had just mentioned that she was injured.
As for this advisor, he looked as meek as a chick, and he guessed that a single punch would make him scramble for cover.
So, the only concern for the Angel Envoy was that escort.
If the escort was a burly man, he wouldn't agree to go with them, or he would pretend to agree and then take control of the escort along the way.
Once they were on his territory, they would have to listen to the Divine Church of Light.
The Angel Envoy was deliberating in his mind.
That's when he saw a lean, plain-looking young man approaching them, dressed in grey, very simple and unremarkable in appearance.
"He is the escort," the advisor pointed to the unremarkable young man and said.
