Heath looked up, trying to narrow his eyes to get a better look at the flock of white doves.
Then, slowly, the flock of white doves split and dispersed. A young man who stood on the platform made of white doves was slowly seen.
The man smiled with a warm expression that was so perfect–trained and polite, it was such a signature.
“Your Highness,” Heath bowed his head at the young man.
And the young man widened his smile as he walked over after stepping on the ground.
“Young Lord Goldlane. Long time no see,” Heinrich Hyacinth greeted in a warm and cheerful voice. He patted Heath on the shoulder familiarly.
But Heath just felt uncomfortable.
“Why do you always use Artificial Spirits in the form of white doves?” Heath asked dryly.
"Why? It doesn't look good on me?" Heinrich asked.
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