The woman continued.
"When speaking with them, do not negotiate prices and do not speak down to them. If you do either, your journey back may become difficult."
The Crown Prince's eyes instantly darkened.
Inside his chest, pride surged.
He was the heir to the throne of the Phoenix Empire.
A future emperor.
A sixth-star rank Spirit Warrior.
Yet an ordinary innkeeper was warning him how to behave.
For a brief moment, anger tightened his jaw.
His fingers curled into a fist beneath his cloak.
A person like her could be removed with a single command.
A person like her should be trembling before him.
Yet before he could speak, the bodyguard quietly touched his arm.
The message was clear.
Not here.
Not now.
Darius inhaled slowly.
Then exhaled.
His anger remained, but he forced it down.
He simply nodded.
The woman seemed satisfied.
"Good."
She walked toward a stone wall marked with the engraving of an enormous handprint.
