Almost everyone in the audience was singing praises of Petonil.
While the man in question stood at the front with his arms folded, wearing no expression,
as if they weren't just talking about him.
Petonil looked similar to his son, but had a long beard that was nearly a meter long, reaching all the way down.
He had a habit of constantly running his fingers through his beard.
"Welcome, Sir Petonil." The man making the announcement greeted him.
While last time he didn't even speak directly to Petophil, was this guy really that capable?
"Thank you." Petonil finally looked straight ahead, puffed out his chest, and greeted, "Hello, Miss Vespera."
"Hmm." Evelyn didn't look up from the papers and merely hummed. He might be respected all across the universe and be a god,
but to the higher beings, his status was still that of a servant.
