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The Emissary had barely left when he vanished into the crowd almost instantly.
Mr. Silver Workshop visibly sighed in relief, but Ian reminded him, "He hasn't gone far—he was watching us from behind that noodle stall... Oh, now he's gone."
The youth watched Mr. Silver Workshop, noticing how his expression went from relaxed to terrified and back to relaxed again, and couldn't help but find it amusing, "Sir, why are you so scared of him? The Marquis is indeed a person of high status, and his emissary deserves respect... but there's no need to be that fearful, right?"
"What's more, I remember, weren't you quite favored by Marquis Barton? It was he who personally awarded you the title of Honorary Citizen."
"Sigh, you have no idea what Marquis Barton was in charge of back then... and how he dealt with the South Ridge nobility and those troublemakers."
