What kind of skill is this?
"You!"
A mere citizen actually dared to confront him, Alarand was furious, raising his riding whip to teach this fellow a lesson.
However, just as he raised his hand, he was stopped by Heigmer beside him.
The merchant's eyes flickered unpredictably as he looked at this group of knights. Although his heart was pounding, he did not back down.
With his political instincts, he was certain that nothing would happen to him. After all, the Devalu family now needed the support of the nobles most, and Heigmer, the brother of Your Majesty, had no reason to point his sword at Duke Eiffel behind him.
If they really made a move...
Then let them take it. Anyway, it's not just his money they would be losing. His money is merely a fraction of Duke Eiffel's wealth.
Seeing Heigmer seemingly backing down, his lips gradually curled into a smile.
"I'm glad you chose correctly—"
His words were interrupted by a clanging sound.
