Preston pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Viscount Ange, if you keep going like this, you'll never be able to stand on the same side as those traditional nobles."
"Perhaps I'll become like them someday," Ang said calmly. "But at least for now, I'll stick to my own beliefs, and I'll do my best to keep doing so."
Preston looked at him and suddenly smiled. "Then I wish you can hold on to them forever."
Ang's gaze sharpened as he suddenly asked, "Who exactly are you?"
"Is Viscount Ange that curious?" Preston raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone somewhat relaxed.
"You don't have a Noble Emblem, yet your bearing is proper and your etiquette flawless. From beginning to end, you've carried an air of deeply hidden refinement." Ang's tone gradually became calm and profound. "From the moment we met, you never seemed like an ordinary person."
Preston smiled faintly. "Rest assured, I bear you no ill will. On the contrary, I admire you very much."
"Then I suppose I should thank you for your admiration." Ang sounded indifferent, but he did not press further.
"Could I ask you to take me to Valagajudi?" Preston suddenly said.
Ang was slightly taken aback.
Although he did not have much to deal with at the moment, he had no intention of wasting his time casually. Just as he was about to politely decline, Preston interrupted him with a single sentence. "Viscount Ange, don't refuse so quickly. Perhaps I can help you solve your greatest concern."
Ang's eyes darkened as he looked at him. "Are you connected to one of the Empire's grand dukes?"
Preston first shook his head, then nodded.
"Are you messing with me?" Ang frowned.
"I'm not messing with you. I simply can't say it yet." Preston's tone was sincere.