"What are you doing, Princess?"
"Oh, you've come. I'm doing what I usually do, hehe."
"Do you still like having random people as part of the organization?"
Coming from behind the shadows of the slum house, an old man with a thick, shabby-looking beard spoke to Harlequeen.
As if not surprised by the person's arrival, Harlequeen only responded with an innocent smile. "Hehe, I just recruited someone quite interesting, you know. Unlike you who likes to wear a torn cloak, he wears a neat cloak."
Similar to what Harlequeen said, the old man who came to her was also wearing a cloak. It was just that, if Harlequeen wasn't someone who knew him, then he would look like the old man across the street.
One thing that distinguished him from the usual old man on the side of the road was the staff in his hand which indicated that he was a magician. "Then, where is that person?" He asked Harlequeen.
