142 Relaxed: Part 1

Anduin Provincial Capital, Adien.

"How about a cup of black tea?"

Isaac sat on an old bookrack inside a traditional study. On his hand was a thick tome of the local history. His polished head reflected some of the study's light as his black eyepatch was laid on the table, revealing his totally white left eye.

As he looked at Baron Centfar who had just walked in, he smiled and shook his head.

"I'll pass. Not in a habit of drinking anything when I'm reading."

"Is that so? That's a pity then, this is good tea." The man with the curly platinum hair by the door smiled as he held a hot cup of pink tea.

"Work is never done," he added.

Isaac shook his head. "The situation in Xilin is complicated, I need to make sure there are no leaks in every part of the plan."

The man with the platinum hair lay on the door frame as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"We have two years to see this plan through. What are you rushing for?"