"What 'after much trouble and effort, finally finding her'," the number for Magic Communication is printed right on the card!
Aier, seeing the astonished expressions of the two men, thought to himself that these country bumpkins only knew how to fuss over nothing, simply envious of him.
The mortals of the Nether World, where had they seen such advanced and sophisticated business concepts and operations as 'sliding a little card through the door'? Pure as paper, Aier fell for it on the spot, considering the card a blessing from the gods, a miracle of the gods, a divine guide leading them to meet.
After a long silence, finally, Priest Paxi weakly broke the silence.
"You know... doing this kind of thing is illegal, right?"
Priest Paxi forced a smile, "I am a Priest of Order, you know?"
Hmph, the shackles of the law. Hmph, the gaze of the mundane.
These stubborn, old-fashioned feudal families are still bound by such backward thinking, still stuck in mundane conventions.