If that really was the Dark King Rayleigh, then this was truly...
Udil was inwardly astonished and shaken.
If he could establish a connection with someone so important, then even though he was a slave hunter who targeted pirates, he would be able to brag about it until his grandchildren grew up.
And someone as important as that seemed to be acquainted with Maud.
At first, he had naively assumed that Maud...
No wonder Maud had gone out of his way to raid a bar for its precious wine on the way here.
Udil could not help glancing at the bottle of wine in Rayleigh's hand. He struggled to suppress the turmoil in his heart and did his best to erase his own presence.
There was nothing he could do.
This circle, this atmosphere...
Even breathing in the air carried an air of the upper class.
He was merely a slave hunter. Forget fitting in—he was afraid he did not even qualify to breathe the air here and would suffocate to death.
Udil's reaction was relatively composed, but his underlings did not possess such mental fortitude. When they looked at Rayleigh, their eyes were so wide they nearly fell out.
Fortunately, only their facial expressions changed dramatically. They did not shout or make a scene.
Rayleigh glanced at the fine wine Udil and the others were carrying in their hands, smiled, then hid the reminiscence in his eyes and beckoned to Maud and Jaya.
"Come upstairs and talk."
"Okay."
Maud and Jaya walked in front. Lafitte followed close behind with a solemn expression, while Brook tilted his head slightly, as if pondering something.
Udil and the others watched Maud and the others climb the stairs, remaining rooted to the spot.
Before Maud gave the word, they did not dare act