"Old Taylor, you said that you invited an amazing person to be the Officiant. Just who is this glorious person?" asked the middle-aged man with a buzzcut sitting across from him.
Old Taylor laughed and replied, "Since we're going to be family soon, it should be fine to tell you. He is the lord of the Temple of Drakon, Mr. Isaac Garten."
The middle-aged man's eyes widened. He jumped to his feet, his face full of shock. "Y-You mean Drakon?"
"Terence, if your father were still here, he would probably know him better. But it's fine for you to know this much!"
"N-No... I mean, how did you get a person of this caliber..."
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