"I am the garrison commander of Roveland City." The soldier followed Alfred into the hotel. He glanced at the people sitting sparsely in the hotel. There were not many people, about thirty or forty people. But most of them are northern barbarians.
There was a trace of disdain in this soldier's eyes.
Although he was well hidden, who among the people present was an ordinary person? Basically, except for Alfred, who had his back turned to him, and Annuo, who was born a bit silly, Sean, Cecilia and William all caught him with ease. That flash of contempt in his eyes.
