"Stop right there, all of you. What are you doing here? Do you have identification?"
As expected, the guards naturally stopped them.
Ronald was straightforward and directly presented his identity:
"We are from [Gride], and we have some important matters to attend to in the city." To ensure his credibility, Ronald pointed to Costate, "Costate set off from here before; you should have some impression, right?"
One has to admit something.
In this era of relatively backward productivity and technology, ordinary people also lack the means to groom their skin and appearance. A girl like Costate, with outstanding looks, would leave a lasting impression on ordinary people, at least not forgotten for months.
The guard recognized Costate by the light of the torch, his expression immediately softened.
"Of course, I remember this lady."
