Hearing that, Garen's first reaction was:
"What the hell?"
To the border-town commoners, this slightly rebuking question was as terrifying as a flood or a wild beast.
He immediately began trembling in panic. "S-Sorry!"
"I didn't mean to reveal your identity!"
Cold sweat covered the border-town commoner's forehead as he repeatedly bowed in apology like a pounding garlic pestle. "Please forgive me!"
Though Garen was shocked by the information and had yet to fully process it, he was even more unable to stand this heavy-handed hierarchy:
The way they constantly knelt and kowtowed, calling everyone "my lord" and themselves "your servant," made Garen feel as though he had been transported into some Qing dynasty palace drama.
So, deeply uncomfortable with this, Garen stopped him at once:
"Enough!"
"I won't hold it against you!"
The border-town commoner immediately let out a heavy sigh of relief, as though he had survived a disaster. His whole body seemed to go limp.
But no matter how turbulent his thoughts were, he did not forget to thank Garen:
"Thank you, Lord Garen!"
"I never imagined I would meet you in a place like this. I was so excited that I forgot myself."
As he spoke, the border-town commoner suddenly looked stunned, shocked, and alarmed. His companions wore the same expressions.
Because they had suddenly realized a horrifying fact:
A supremely noble Celestial Dragon had appeared in the filthiest, darkest, most shameful corner of the Goa Kingdom—Uncertainty Terminal.
"Th-this..."
The leading border-town commoner froze, then quickly turned and roared at the scavengers watching nearby:
"What are you pieces of trash still standing around here for?!"
"Is Lord Garen someone lowlifes like you can look at?"
"Get the hell out of here! Don't pollute the air!"
His tone was vicious and overbearing, completely different from his earlier