672. Merlin

Just as Prime Minister Winston had left, Fran also arrived at the "White Cliff" by the coast.

Dressed in an ordinary purple camellia dress, the sea breeze played with the hem of her skirt as if she were a young lady visiting the seaside for fun.

But her exquisite appearance and noble temperament could not be concealed. Many fishermen and farmers, upon seeing her, hurriedly and carefully bowed and stepped aside.

They firmly believed she must be a cherished daughter of a great noble family, someone they were better off not offending, lest they mysteriously end up as desiccated corpses.

And so, Fran walked to the "White Cliff."

Unlike Prime Minister Winston, with no need for any "token," the tall, white cliff face simply turned illusory on its own, morphing into a portal to Avalon.

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At this moment inside Avalon, Merlin was commenting on the Vampire Prime Minister who had visited earlier.

He stroked his foot-long white beard and said indifferently,