Before long, Amnath City received a group of visitors with unusual identities.
All of them wore hooded cloaks that concealed their faces completely.
Although the guards at the Lord's Mansion found it strange, they could only follow procedure after seeing the visitors present their calling card.
By coincidence, Ang had just returned from inspecting the warehouses and ran straight into the mysterious group at the entrance to the Lord's Mansion.
He frowned slightly, sweeping his gaze over them. Though they had deliberately concealed themselves, their steady steps and powerful breathing made it clear that they were no ordinary people.
"My lord." The guard stood at attention and saluted, raising the calling card in his hand.
Ang waved for him to relax, took the card, and gave it a brief glance. The seal on the envelope made his heart jolt—it was Prince Preston's personal seal.
He broke the seal and quickly read through the letter, confirming that this was indeed the inspection delegation sent by the prince.
He raised his head and fixed his bright gaze on the seven of them, his tone gentle yet guarded. "Gentlemen, are you honored guests from the imperial capital?"
"You are Viscount Ange?" asked the bearded man at the head of the group in a low voice, his hoarse tone carrying an imposing force.
Ang nodded. "I am. You must be men under His Highness."
The seven exchanged glances and nodded to one another. Then the bearded man took out a letter from his robes and handed it to Ang. "This is His Highness's handwritten letter. Please verify it personally."
Ang opened the letter, skimmed it hurriedly, and nodded. "It is indeed a letter from His Highness. You have come from afar, and you are most welcome. Please, come inside so we may speak in