Things went smoother than they expected.
Caesar didn't even have to speak much before the heavily guarded soldiers made way for them.
They walked straight through the castle gates, passed what looked like a training ground that was repurposed from a square, and arrived in front of a stately and magnificent tower.
But once they entered, they discovered that the inside had a completely different atmosphere compared to the exterior, with elegant sculptures carelessly placed in the corners, antique wall carvings hidden by crude weapons, and pastoral oil paintings piled up like garbage.
It was apparent that the castle had at least two previous owners.
And the fate of the previous lord went without saying.
Lame Wolf quickly appeared before them.
Surprisingly, the person who so carelessly arranged these precious art pieces was not an untidy wild man, but a meticulously dressed old gentleman.
