"Who are you looking for?"
Carson Flores narrowed his eyes slightly: "You seem confident about finding the Saint Heir, so why can't you find the person you're looking for?"
The middle-aged man showed a bitter expression on his face: "The identity of the Saint Heir is special. As long as someone has seen him, there will inevitably be news. I have been here for many years, and because I'm searching for someone, I've met some people. I'm likely to find the Saint Heir."
"The person I'm looking for is just an ordinary person, possibly even dead, and cannot be compared to the Saint Heir."
Carson thought for a moment: "Help me find the Saint Heir, and I'll persuade him to do his best to help you find your person, though the result cannot be guaranteed."
Carson was not Lorvian Randall; he couldn't overstep his bounds and make decisions impulsively.
