"Mr. Searle, Mr. Darwin, please proceed along this path."
A middle-aged female servant with a broad frame escorted both single-eyed Searle and the middle-aged merchant Darwin. Both of them silently lifted a huge box made of both wood and iron. Passing through the corridor within the mansion, they successfully reached the guest room where the meeting would be held.
The decoration of the room was very simple. Other than a few decorative weapons and potted plants, other fancy objects were absent. There was a young black-haired man sitting on a chair in the center of the room. He looked absorbed reading a page of the newspaper.
The man in the room looked very young, however, the overbearing aura emitted from his body causes the people around him to forget about the details of his looks and age. There was a tattoo of a sword and an axe on the back of each hand. His healthy body and perfectly balanced muscles represented the quality of the warriors of this city.
