บท 377: 375 Undercurrents (Part 1)_1

A plainly adorned horse-drawn carriage slowly entered the commercial district of Silver Moon City and stopped in front of a lavish house.

The carriage door was opened, and a tall young man stepped out.

He was wearing a wide tricorn hat, his head low, concealing his face, but the smallest details in his casual demeanor could tell you that he was an extraordinary high noble.

"Apologies, sir, may I see your invitation?" an attendant politely stopped the young man.

But before the young man could present his invitation, a middle-aged man dressed in a printed robe, rather squat and stout, with a slightly balding appearance, briskly burst out of the house.

He pushed past the attendant and welcomed the young man into the house with an ingratiating smile.

The attendant, unceremoniously shoved aside, was left open-mouthed, taking time to comprehend what had just happened.