.”

"What kind of help do you need?" Lumian asked.

Anthony shook his head:

"We haven't met yet."

Lumian nodded:

"If you need help, just come to me."

…………

In the southern continent, inside a house made of logs.

Wearing red gloves, "Xingxing" leaned back on his chair and looked at the paper and pen on the table blankly.

Suddenly, little stars lit up in front of him, and they quickly formed a bright door.

The door opened, and Ms. "Magician" came out holding a letter from Franka.

PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~
Chapter completed!