A Formal Invitation?

"Sir Orgaz, what exactly do you mean?" Rudelf asked in a surprised tone since he didn't expect Orgaz, the vice president of the Darkwell Trading Union, to suddenly speak up for these two who came up with such a skeptical story.

This man was not only the vice president but a close confidant of the President of the Darkwell Trading Union. His authority was only below the president, and he was the person who managed most of the business of the trading union. The president actually would only oversee things and sometimes personally approve things that needed his attention.

There was no place in this realm where this man wasn't respected and revered. After all, other than just his status, even his race was of the great Winter Dragon!

Those who knew him would know better than to judge this middle-aged man by his harmless looks.

Rudelf also knew that this man would never speak a word without a good reason, let alone speak up in defense of two unknown rabbitmen.