The usher looked at these guests who were demanding an explanation from him, his face wearing a fawning smile, while in his heart he was already cursing under his breath.
You want an explanation from me, but whom do I ask for an explanation? These people are really troublesome. They already enjoy enough privileges.
And now, because of someone else's even higher privilege, they come questioning someone like me, born a servant. Isn't this stabbing right at my heart?
"That noble holds a Supreme Invitation Letter."
The smile on the usher's face remained unchanged as he spoke this with utmost respect.
Upon hearing this, the originally noisy crowd was immediately silenced as if someone pressed the pause button, and all quieted down.
Everyone's expressions turned as if they had seen a ghost.
The next second, the quiet scene suddenly boiled over, like a drop of water hitting a pot of boiling oil.
"Supreme Invitation Letter!!!"
