Chapter 431: The Gospel Is Framing Me
Senhaeser Building, top-floor office.
Hearing the sound of the oak door being pushed open, Qenna, who was in a conversation with the Listening Minister, turned her head and saw her sister, with a gloomy expression, walking in wearing high-heeled boots.
“Captain Nona.” The Listening Minister nodded slightly in greeting, and Nona nodded back, calmly standing behind Qenna.
“That’s it, for now, postpone the Listening Plan for over three years. Change the decision-making preference from ‘future risk-oriented’ to ‘current stability-oriented’. I need you to prepare a report on the number, realms, and Spellcasting Sect of the spellcasters within the tribe, prioritizing their training importance.”
“Understood.”
After the Listening Minister left the room, Qenna stood up and gazed at the white mist city below. The eyes of the Elf patriarch seemed to be envisioning the future of Vamora, and her meditative lips appeared to be weighing the family’s safety.
“Nona, come here.”
Nona walked over, not quite understanding, only to have Qenna smack her bottom hard. The usually composed and quiet vice-captain shivered all over, letting out a surprised “Eek.”
“I just found out you like to spank, like a mother cat…” Qenna chuckled softly.