At the entrance of Imol's estate, Imol, dressed in a black formal suit, watched the carriage slowly approach, calmed the fluctuations in his heart, controlled his facial expression, and revealed a gentle smile.
On both sides of the road, two hundred guards stood solemnly, acting as a guard of honor.
When the carriage approached within thirty meters of the estate, the driver stopped the carriage and then maintained a sitting posture without moving.
A high-rank Silver Knight leaped off his horse, came to the carriage, first carried over a set of steps to act as a footstool, and only after doing this did he open the carriage door.
Stepping on the footstool, Velin stepped out of the carriage and looked at the surrounding guards, who all looked very mighty.
"Velin!"
Hearing his name, Velin turned his head and saw Imol opening his arms and walking toward him.
Facing such an enthusiastic uncle, Velin also opened his arms and stepped forward to give the other person a hug.
"With this invitation, I thought you wouldn't come, which left me worried for a while," Imol said, releasing Velin while still maintaining a gentle smile on his face.
"Uncle Imol, even if I am busy, I would still make time to come to your invitation," Velin replied with a smile upon hearing this.
At this moment, Xuemya stepped down from the carriage, came to Velin's side, and bowed to Imol. "Hello, Uncle Imol."
"Hello, Xuemya."
Imol smiled in response, then turned sideways, looked at Velin, and made a gesture of invitation. "I have already instructed the maidservants to prepare various delicacies and pastries in the Wind Cliff Garden. Please follow me."
Velin did not move his feet; instead, he said very politely, "Uncle Imol, you are the elder. Please lead the way."
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