Whether it was the distant farmers, the nearby noble squires, or the priests scolding commoners, they all involuntarily closed their mouths.
The white-haired Duke, whom they privately referred to as a demon, did not ride a warhorse, nor did he have a longsword symbolizing force at his waist.
However, just by standing there, he exuded an aura that made them dare not speak loudly.
"Esteemed Grand Duke, and esteemed Prince, welcome to your arrival..."
The royal steward and local officials immediately stepped forward, bowing deeply, and offered words of praise and welcome along with blessings.
Off to the side of the crowd, several men and women in outdated formal attire, with dejected expressions, also bowed their heads.
They were members of Earl Derek's family.
Although Derek himself was still imprisoned in the dungeon of Thunder City, this did not affect his family; they were only under royal surveillance and not imprisoned.
