Vera used the most concise language to recount Griffin's call for help.
Three Second-level Black Wizards.
The academy had fallen.
Ryan Hart, head of the Frost Wind Branch, was killed in action.
On the other side of the light screen, Allen stood quietly by the window.
Outside was an endless blue ocean and magnificent Floating Islands, the sunlight almost glaringly bright.
After a moment of silence, Allen spoke.
His first words were, "Does Ryan have family?"
Vera froze for a second. Her mind raced as she pulled up the employee files. "...He has a younger sister studying at a Wizard Academy in a minor Plane. Ryan had always covered her tuition and living expenses."
"Pay out all his unsettled salary plus ten years' wages as a pension, and add an extra fifty thousand Magic Stones as an education fund." Allen's voice lacked a single ripple of emotion. "Use the highest priority channel. Have it in her hands before sunrise tomorrow."
He paused for a moment.
