"Andrew!"
Swimming City, Gold Avenue.
In front of a luxurious manor.
Two guards dressed in golden clothes bowed deeply to the approaching figure.
"Has the Alliance Hierarch retired to bed?" Andrew, carrying a spear, with Devlin, who was somewhat inebriated, hoisted over his shoulder, asked the guards.
"The Alliance Hierarch has not retired." The guard turned around, making sure there were no others nearby, before whispering: "He has called for three more ladies, adding to the two from this morning, the Alliance Hierarch is currently frolicking with five women."
"Do not speak carelessly." Andrew's right hand gently rotated, and the spear gradually shortened until it was only half a meter long and he tucked it into his waistband.
"Has Isabella Warm arrived?"
Andrew inquired again as he approached the entrance.
"Half an hour ago." The guard replied truthfully.
Andrew didn't say anything but placed Devlin at the door and went straight inside.
Gold Avenue!
