*Who are you?*
"This isn't a place for just anyone to come in. If you don't want to get caught, get out."
Judging from his demeanor, he was definitely not a common thief. However, their uniforms were not uniform enough to be called regular troops. Should I say they are like mercenaries or private soldiers of lower-ranking nobles?
So, they don't recognize the governor, and they're talking like that.
"Open the way. This person is…"
Cordell stepped forward and immediately tried to reveal his identity. But I quickly raised my arms. It wouldn't be fun if it were explained that easily.
"Let's see how far it goes."
"Oh, yes."
As Cordell McNeil stepped back with a blank expression, the crowd blocking his way burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! These guys have lost their fear."
"It's funny how they're acting like they're something special."
