At the same time, in a hotel less than a kilometer away from the young man, Lynch was entertaining the investment group.
The splendid decorations allowed many guests staying here to momentarily forget that this was the Nagariel United Kingdom, a backward, poor, and ignorant nation located on the East Ocean.
The transparent crystal chandeliers refracted bright light everywhere, adding a touch of gorgeous color to the bright illumination.
A local band and singers, of unknown renown, were softly performing soothing songs.
The singer was a Nagariel native, with darker skin and not particularly attractive features, but surprisingly, his voice was like a barrel of aged, fragrant wine, exuding an intoxicating aroma.
Some ladies stood around him with eyes slightly closed, listening to the voice that made their souls dance.
His singing wasn't loud, making it hard to hear from a slightly further distance, where people gathered in groups with their wine glasses, chatting.
