Pico sat in this room, looking around despite being tied up.
This Gulag Monastery, with an interior height of about 3 fathoms, had cross-shaped arches meeting in the center, and the dome was a faded Miseria birth mural.
Compared to the exquisite rooms, the decorations and furniture in this room were simple—there were none.
The entire hall was empty, with only a single chair at the center.
Pico, trapped on the chair, could only idly count the henbane leaf patterns on the columns.
After informing the others of his identity, half the day passed without anyone coming.
What was there to discuss? Wasn't it all a routine process?
Unprofessional, these people, Pico pouted and shook his head disapprovingly.
As Quincy's envoy, Pico had two tasks on this trip.
The first was to reach a cooperation agreement with the Secret Faction, discussing the exchange of people and heads.
