Earl Mansion's drawing room.
After sending the servant to bring beverages and pastries, Frost White Earl waved his hand to dismiss all the attendants.
In the vast drawing room, there were only six people.
Frost White Earl and his uncle.
A youth of distinguished appearance, yet from whom no aura could be perceived, as if he were just an ordinary person, with a touch of majesty between his brows.
A female guard dressed in black Armor, strikingly attractive, who stood behind the youth without uttering a word.
There were also those two mysterious figures, one of ordinary appearance, the other clothed in a cloak with the hood drawn up, only a vague figure of a woman could be discerned.
"This is our boss."
Grey Blade introduced.
Frost White Earl's brow twitched.
"Boss" was a title used by those No Rank merchants.
The authorities he normally dealt with were either a family head or nobles addressed as Lord, like Earl or Marquis, etc.
