Viktor saw a man in his fifties dressed in silver robes with elegant flame-like embroidery and a glimmering black belt.. He not only looked tall, but one could see that he was quite handsome despite the small beard and mustache hiding some of his features while giving him a refined look.
His eyes looked firm and strong, his gaze deep as if he had been through enough tribulations.
However, upon seeing the handsome, tall man standing beside an old man, he narrowed his eyes and immediately realized that this man was his special guest.
His expression immediately became a bit complicated, making one wonder what he was thinking.
Still, the next month, he said with a slight smile, "Good afternoon, Lord Viktor. My name is Voroz Fujo, patriarch of this humble clan. Please come in. I have been waiting for your presence. My daughter has already informed me about certain things."
