"Mr. Lister, please consider it once more! I can assure you that the things you're worried about definitely won't happen in White Elephant City."
City of Dawn, Embassy Street, the Embassy of the West Wind Empire.
Duke Garava personally poured a cup of tea for Lister, speaking earnestly—and even eagerly.
But after hearing what he had to say, Lister could only sigh lightly.
"How can you guarantee that what you're saying now is true?"
Duke Garava's eyes shone as he spoke.
"I can swear upon the God of White Elephant as well as my coat of arms and title!"
Lister's lips couldn't help but twitch into a smirk, but he ultimately maintained his outward courtesy and did not laugh aloud.
"Forgive my frankness, but that is the least sincere promise."
Duke Garava was taken aback, his face gradually showing signs of displeasure.
"You... you actually say it's not enough! Then, please tell me, what would be a sufficiently sincere promise?"
Lister sighed softly and said,