"My Lord, Lord Moxinke!" a voice shouted.

Moxinke turned around and saw two men running upward with him. One was Justin, the middle-aged man from Morgan Commercial Corp. He was still ordinarily dressed, while his companion was dressed much more extravagantly. It was already spring, but he still wore a cloak made of holy sparrow feathers. Though it did not fit the season, it was eye-catching owing to the glistening and colorful light of the cloak, and brought the man a noble temperament.

"My Lord, we haven't seen each other for half a month. You look to be even more imposing," Justin said, still with his flattering smile.

"Do I? I haven't noticed this. But I did gain a greater capacity for liquor." Moxinke grinned. "When did you come back?"

"I have just returned, My Lord. May I introduce you to my young master Berger, the master of Morgan Commercial Corp?" This said, Justin turned his head and continued, "Young Master, this is Lord Moxinke, the great man I mentioned to you."

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