"Because you haven't even told me your name yet, maybe in your eyes I'm not qualified to know your name at all. You just want to keep her by your side because of curiosity. I am very grateful for taking us all the way to Baima City, and even more thank you for lending a helping hand today. I will definitely find a way to repay you in the future. You are a kind and kind witch, otherwise you don't have to say so much to me with your strength. Some simple charm spells can solve the problem."

"I'm very grateful to you!"

Sauron bowed deeply and then walked out the door.

"Wait a moment."

The caravan hostess stood up and stared at Soren in front of her. When she saw the other party's unyielding gaze, she sighed softly, because she knew that some things the man in front of her would really defend with her life! This was exactly what attracted her attention at the beginning and made her discover Vivian's talent.

A sincere and distant emotion.

She slowly walked to Sauron and looked at the weak but firm belief in the man in front of her. For the first time, she felt that he had the qualification to talk to her equally. This qualification was not brought by strength, but simply because he cared about that little girl so much.

The caravan hostess sighed faintly: "Spells cannot solve all problems."

“The abuse of power in transition will only disorient yourself!”

"My name is Goria."

"Maybe you can let her stay with me for a while and learn some useful spell knowledge, which will be very helpful for her future."

A white palm stretched out, and the caravan hostess talked to him in an equal manner for the first time.

Her name is Goria.

She is a powerful Norte witch, a man who can be wiped out at will, and she won her respect with her firm belief and sincere emotions.
Chapter completed!