The coachman was so experienced that Lucien did not feel the road bumpy at all.
Having lots issues troubling his mind, by the time Lucien stopped thinking, the coach was already in front of Lord Venn’s manor.
"Mr. Evans, we’ve arrived. Do you need me to tell the guards?" The coachman turned around and asked Lucien politely. An elegant gentleman usually did not talk to ordinary guards.
"No, thanks." Lucien smiled, "My friend is a squire here. We’re equal."
With his awakened Blessing, Lucien was only a step away from becoming a knight. However, in his mind, he and John were simply good friends, and there was no level or class difference between them.
It was Ian and Durago who were guarding the gate today. Immediately they puffed out their chests when they saw the fine coach with the coat of arms of Fire Bull, ready to welcome the guest.
