Northwind Castle, Steel Dragonwing Palace.
Selvin Montero looked around at the luxurious decorations, pushed his pince-nez with silver frames, bowed forward, and said with a smile:
"Your Majesty Cassius, I must say, you have excellent taste. I believe you will like what our Wojin Church has to offer."
"We can bring you all the beautiful and luxurious goods in the world."
Selvin was wearing an exceedingly gaudy silk shirt, leather bracers and short boots, with various small tools tied with silk ribbons around the hem, and draped in a heavy, gilded red cloak—his entire body utilized bright and lavish design styles.
This was the standard attire of Wojin Church's internal personnel. Their appearance was always so glamorous and ostentatious.
Cassius, lying on the steel throne, slightly tilted his head and asked with a trace of contempt:
"Oh?"
"Everything?"
"As long as you have enough gold coins."
Selvin pushed his glasses up his nose again and hurriedly added.