Just as Roland was lost in a tangle of thoughts about the "Giant Dragon's attention" and the Warlock Profession, a set of clear, familiar footsteps sounded from outside his tent.
"Mr. Roland, are you in there?"
Hearing the voice, Roland instantly collected himself, temporarily suppressing all his doubts.
"Is that you, Teresa? Please, come in."
The tent flap was lifted, and the figure of a silver-haired woman appeared at the entrance, her expression holding a rare hint of urgency.
"King Morne has arrived. He's summoning you to the main tent."
"Morne?"
Roland was suddenly alarmed.
'The war in the Northern Domain ended so quickly?'
The King's return was far faster than he had anticipated.
But he immediately realized this sudden development might also be an opportunity.
As his mind raced, he didn't dare delay for a second.
