"Damn, that's so infuriating." The noble daughter kicked the wooden wall of the Tulip Ash Inn, but immediately felt a sharp pain, her eyebrows arching like a thin sword: "Ow, ow, that hurts!"
She turned around and saw a black-haired boy and a handsome young man with a finely tailored black suit, wearing mink fur gloves, and a silver embroidered flower on his chest walking side by side. Her eyes lit up as she hurriedly asked, "Luo Nuo, Viscount Alman, what did Lord Legion Commander say?"
The boy shook his head, "He told us to keep a low profile."
"Great," the girl clapped her palms together gently, looking greatly relieved: "So no further investigation, right?"
The somewhat delicate-looking young man listened to the conversation between the two, then glanced at the boy who was half a head shorter than him, smiled faintly, and then turned back to ask with a smile: "Miss Faina, what exactly happened?"
