Nico Yates was wearing a straw raincoat. He was silent and cold, and he was a steady person.
On the other hand, the little monkey, Tristan Yandell, had obtained a large blade for cutting grass from somewhere. He carried it on his shoulder and entered the hall.
It was considered disrespectful!
Tristan glanced at the guards at the entrance of the hall and said indifferently, "Remove the word 'deputy' from the 'deputy governor', or I'll chop you up today!"
"Lord Yandell, I…"
The thirty-year-old man at the door was covered in cold sweat. He was indeed in a difficult position.
Tristan's gaze was unfriendly as he said, "In the capital, do my words have no power?"
"Cough, Lord Tristan Yandell, the governor of the governor office, has arrived!"
The guy at the door really couldn't afford to offend the troll, so he hurriedly shouted in a low voice.
