As the eerie tone of speech resounded on the street, Darren's face turned slightly pale.
He hurriedly turned around and spotted a merchant in his 30s with a tall and fit physique.
"Sir Abel…" Darren flashed a bittersweet smile and greeted him.
Abel, full name Abel Meyers, held a cold expression when greeted by Darren.
"Oh, so Manager Darren remembers my name? And here I thought I had lost my influence and wealth." Abel said sarcastically, his eyes trailing to the seated Leonard.
"Which bastard family did you come from? The nerve of you to snatch the whore I purchased." He scolded harshly.
He may have been a silver medal certified merchant, but his family name, Meyers, was of the noble class in the Valdoria Continent. They were Castellans, keepers of a large and prominent castle. Although they were just keepers on behalf of another lord, that lord held the rank of a Marquis.
In hindsight, the Meyers family held the backing of a Marquis.
