"Do you mean you need my fortune-telling powers?" Sophia asked, her tone filled with surprise.
"Yes, I need it," Leon replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "In four days, I'll be continuing my journey into Dwarven territory, and I need you to pinpoint the exact location. I also want to know if it's safe to proceed."
Unlike the Elven lands, which were relatively close to the Holy Orthodoxy, the Dwarven territory was extremely distant and isolated.
It lay neither within demon nor human lands, but far to the south of the continent—a journey that could take months.
Leon still vividly remembered how many had searched for the Golden City across various eras, yet none had ever succeeded.
Although the dragon ancestor had told him the city's location, he still lacked precise details.
After all, it had been over seven thousand years since the Evil God was sealed.
In such a long span of time, the Dwarven race might have relocated or migrated elsewhere.
