Only then did a few figures reeked of alcohol notice this extraordinary warrior. He restrained his aura, and none have sensed his strength.
They couldn't help but reveal a mocking expression.
"You already have your guards on this trip? It was amazing. Hahaha, little brat, you're following the wrong person. What future do you have with this trash?"
"Hahaha, Your Majesty? Does this bastard deserve this title?"
"What? Are you still planning to attack me?"
The few stewards laughed happily, but one had an ashen face. His two legs trembled, and he almost fainted.
He took a step forward and knelt on the ground. He pressed his head against the ground and begged with a trembling voice, no matter what others did.
"Your Majesty, I didn't know you were here. I'm a subordinate of Marquis Caus. I just sent them back. It has nothing to do with them…"
A few saw the gesture of their companion. They shivered and sobered up a little.
