Amelia Walker and Jane Howard, who were arguing, simultaneously fell silent and turned their attention to the newcomer. They saw a Western man in his twenties who was strikingly handsome, with an arrogant and noble air, but his gaze was incredibly gloomy.
Next to him stood an Oriental man who had acted as an interpreter. Behind him were three Western men, two of them black and one white. Specifically, the two black men were particularly tall and muscular.
All of them had a cold and stern demeanor that sent chills down one's spine.
'Dotterling…' Amelia Walker lowered her head and quietly repeated this name, finding it extremely familiar. When she suddenly remembered Yas' incident, her face slightly changed. She lightly tugged Jane Howard whispering, "Dotterling? Which Dotterling?"