An hour later.
Hua Pei District, Lite Street.
Mulan's residence was situated right on the street that Colin always passed by on his way to the Tin Saint School.
"Why have you suddenly invited me to dinner? Aren't you going to attend the Alus Association tomorrow?"
Leva sat across the square dining table, picking up her knife and fork as she asked.
The collision between the knife, fork, and porcelain plate made a crisp sound.
Mulan paused slightly, feeling inexplicably irritable, but his face remained composed as he smiled and said,
"I should see you before I leave."
Of course, this was an excuse.
But if one were to ask which of the apprentices who had joined the Tin Saint School at the same time as him was familiar with Colin—
It would undoubtedly be Leva.
He still remembered the scene when they first joined the school, and Leva initiated a conversation with Colin... If he could persuade Leva to help mediate on his behalf, perhaps Colin would truly let him go.
