When the archaeologist changed into her dress and came out, she happened to run into the steward leading several others upstairs.
"Wow! Teacher, you look so pretty in that dress!"
A girl in the archaeology team looked at her with shining eyes, full of envy.
This kind of dress, which focused solely on lavish extravagance without regard for practicality, indeed looked very attractive despite being a bit of a hassle.
Steward Armand Ray said with a beaming smile, "This evening, Prague Castle will host a banquet to welcome our distinguished guests from afar, and I hope everyone will attend in their finest."
The archaeologist nodded and watched as people entered the rooms prepared for them—their rooms were all connected.
But the castle was large and nine people didn't even fill half the corridor.
The Traveling Poet's room was located at the very end.
But as he made his way there, Steward Armand Ray suddenly spoke up to stop him, "Sir, your room is this way."