As soon as they set their eyes on him, the chief and the chairman nodded at him in greeting — while the coachman gazed at him with a deep frown.
But as for Lord Richter — he had a strange smile on his face as he spoke;
"Ah....if it isn't the saviour of blue stone village — come to grace us with his presence"
Peter stared at Richter for sometime as a frown developed on his face.
This was the first time in his life that he would actually dislike someone at first sight.
He was not sure why, but the man that was dressed in black clothing before him gave off a dangerous aura.
It was like looking at a snake or scorpion — but without the scales, fangs or stinger.
"Oh don't be shy — come have a seat"
Lord Richter said with a mocking grin — as he gestured towards one of the seats at the table.
Hesitating a little, Peter glanced at the chief and the chairman — who also stared back at him with helpless looks on their faces.