Namgung Jae-wan guided them to the foremost part of the banquet hall where the grandest table was set up. Seated at this table were six people.
With the expensive-looking clothes they wore, Sam could already tell that they were the most influential people present. He could even recognize a few of them.
However, the most striking person in the group was an old man with long graying hair. He wore a winter wolf-fur jacket over his emerald-green surcoat. His expressionless face was intimidating, making the people around him look visibly uncomfortable.
"Lord Duke, the guests from Sorl are here." Namgung Jae-wan bowed deeply to his grandfather, his demeanor abruptly changing. It was a stark contrast to the easygoing tone that he displayed earlier.
Everyone at the table turned their heads, including the expressionless old man.
"Greetings, Lord Duke!" Sam didn't dare meet the Carefree Duke's gaze and quickly lowered his head.
Warrick and Einar gave the duke a respectful salute.
