I Don't Care. I Want To Go Back To Be A Courier!

After Michael left, Mag went upstairs to take out the envelope. There was a 300,000 copper coin check and a simple letter in it. It briefly explained what kind of meeting they were having three days later.

Tacky. Mag kept that check carefully. He was rather surprised that the dragon race would take the initiative to mediate the relationships between all the races in an attempt to maintain the Norland Continent's peace.

Seems like the dragons are equally fearful of the Great Old Ones. Mag shredded the letter, and tossed it into the trash can before going downstairs calmly.

Amy, who was sitting on the bicycle's backseat and hugging Mag's waist, asked, "Father, we're having the term-end party tonight. You will be coming, right?"

"Of course, I have promised you that previously," Mag replied with a smile.

"What about Mother? Is she free to go?" Amy continued to ask.