Solan City, Black Market.
They wrote the name in a unique, high-level language, and even an illiterate person could understand the meaning of it at a glance.
Such distinct recruitment did not match the name of the Black Market.
The neatly-combed-hair Butler Kent had waited in the square for a long time. When he saw the carriage with the Frostwolf family's symbol on it, he immediately brought people to welcome it.
The butler stepped forward and bowed when Rebecca and Richard alighted from the car.
"Young Lady Rebecca, Lord Richard.
"I've already made the arrangements. We can enter directly..."
Rebecca glanced at Richard, and after she confirmed that he wasn't going to walk around, she nodded.
"Bring us in."
"Yes, Young Lady."
Butler Kent immediately turned around and walked toward the entrance under the protection of two small teams of level 15 soldiers.
