"What? A letter for me from His Highness?" Ismir, who had been hauling bricks in Giant Port, awkwardly wiped his hands before accepting the official document delivered by the king's messenger.
"By the way... can you read?" The messenger suddenly froze, then asked cautiously.
"Of course!" Ismir had read a few books. Though he did not know many characters, he could at least understand ordinary notices.
"Ah! Is this real?" Ismir stared at the document in shock. It said he was to arrive at Flowing City Castle before dawn the day after tomorrow, where the king would publicly bestow honors upon him before the castle as encouragement!
"Of course... His Highness doesn't have time to joke around with you!" Roland's messenger curled his lips, gazing at Ismir with poorly concealed envy. He knew that after the day after tomorrow, their fates would be completely different! Ismir would become a noble lord!
"Oh, heavens! I made it! King Roland has taken notice of me! I'm going to become a noble!" Ismir danced and bounced through the streets of Giant Port, possessed by the frantic energy of someone on the verge of death.
"Tch! Is there really no one in this world he cares about?" Yu Modran, the newly appointed governor of Giant Port, stood in the Town Hall—the only two-story building in Giant Port—and frowned in disbelief. The thought that such a person was about to enter the same social class as him sent a shiver down Yu Modran's spine.
"He is an interesting child. A Third Tier Druid at such a young age—he is exceptionally gifted as well!" Nanfeng Modran smiled. He was Yu Modran's younger brother, and as part of the family, the entire House Modran had followed Yu Modran to Giant Port.
"Good girl, stay away from