"I agreed."
With a gentle sigh, Motan shook his head helplessly, choosing to surrender.
Originally poised with crossed legs, chin resting on hands, and snacking on dried fruit, the Wealth Saintess was stunned and instinctively asked, "What did you say?"
Sitting next to her, Yu Chen was also taken aback, turning with concern to look at the man: "Hei Fan?"
"Yes, I agreed."
Motan glanced at Fyari, then gave Yu Chen a reassuring smile before turning to the equally surprised Foster Ward, speaking listlessly, "It's rare for your academy to offer someone like me a chance. I couldn't be too unappreciative of it, could I?"
"That's great news."
Foster's response was quick, so even though Motan's attitude differed from the subtle hints given by others before, he adjusted his thoughts swiftly, smiling, "Then I will return to the academy shortly and inform the specific personnel that Black Vatican Priest has accepted the invitation."
