He seemed like a mysterious man, having entered the inn, he didn't need to ask the staff for water to bathe or any food or drink.
Once he was in his room, his Divine Sense continuously enveloped the inn, ensuring that he would definitely know if the young man left.
The Earl didn't request a fine meal when staying at the inn, instead, he asked the innkeeper for steamed buns.
As the Young Master of a stockade, even though the stockade was poor, he still had some money on him, but he thought ever bit saved was a bit earned.
"Guest, here are your buns; the meat buns are especially fragrant today."
The person who delivered the buns to the room wasn't the innkeeper, but rather the innkeeper's wife, who was dressed seductively, unlike a typical woman.
The Earl felt something strange about this woman; she didn't seem like the lady of a respectable household.
"Alright, put them down."
