"Mr. Hamilton!"
The young nobleman dressed in a tailcoat called out to Shard, and only then did Shard somewhat reluctantly stop in his tracks:
"May I ask what you want?"
"Might I ask you to... speak with me over here for a moment?"
His face was somewhat troubled, but he still pointed to the southwestern corner of the courtyard in front of the Yordle Palace. Although that area was also part of the open area for the current banquet, it was a downwind location, so when fireworks were set off, a large amount of heavy smoke drifted over, meaning not many people were there.
"What would you like to discuss?"
Shard blinked and asked.
"I have some private matters I'd like to discuss with you. Please rest assured, this is the Yordle Palace, and I wouldn't play any tricks."
In fact, Shard wasn't worried about the other party playing tricks; he just didn't want to waste time on other matters. But seeing that Little Dimock was still quite sincere, he nodded:
