Gift

There were many informers from the High Duke's Public House stationed all over the town. While the crowd was still discussing the incident, a tall and sturdy young man strode up to the third floor with five people trailing after him, including an elderly man with white hair who was holding a folding fan as well as four middle-aged protectors.

When the people saw this burly young man, they all stepped aside and got out of his way while greeting him with a fist salute. "Eldest Master!"

The burly young man had ordinary facial features but his square-shaped face gave off an honest and upright vibe. He returned every one of their fist salute with a calm and stern expression as he came and stood in front of a pillar to examine these words.

The crowd kept their eyes on him.

The burly young man frowned when he finished reading the message and proceeded to scan his surroundings before shaking his head.