At the Elven Inn where Joelson stayed, the carriages that came to visit lined up from the entrance to the end of the street.
The elven proprietress of the inn could not stop laughing. She even specially hired a bard to recount the process of the battle in the Inn's lobby.
Even though he was not watching the battle from the side at all.
But the invitation of the Silver Hand, the first disciple of the Lion Grand Swordmaster, the disciple of the black light grand swordmaster, and Nicholas the Great.
Just these few words were enough to make people excited.
In the room, Elin saw the bustling crowd on the street from the window. She pulled a face and sighed. "There are people outside. How are we going to get out now?"
Frederick laughed and teased, "Are you afraid that the identity of the wanted criminal will be exposed? Don't worry. As long as you stay by master's side, even if you are recognized, no one will dare to do anything to you."