Chapter 1243 - 1241: The Audience’s Audience
"It would seem odd no matter how I put it, please allow me to make an introduction first."
The same street as before, but clearly more lively now.
After silently making eye contact with Fu Qian for several seconds, Amila sighed and began to speak first, gesturing towards a figure beside her.
He appeared to be a man in his forties, his gaze steady and demeanor calm, especially notable were his pale golden eyebrows.
Compared to Amila, he was dressed in a slightly more complex and solemn dark robe, with an equally ornate shawl over his shoulders.
The recent situation couldn’t have been clearer; these two had been hiding nearby in a special manner, playing the role of spectators.
As for myself, a hostage who watched life and death with excessive amusement, I evidently gave them quite the shock, compelling them to conclude and pull me out.
"This is Lord Reginald, with whom we had an exchange earlier today."
Pretty honest, huh.
Fu Qian thought to himself in response to Amila’s introduction.
He certainly knew who this man was—the silent third-party listener when he was receiving psychological counseling.