The Banquet

"Someone, keep an eye on him in secret. Don't miss any of his movements. If he truly intends to hide the Space Ring for himself, bring it back."

After Keen left, the hooded figure summoned a guard and issued orders one after another in an orderly manner.

"Also, fetch a standard anti-magic collar from the storeroom and put it on our little guest while he's still asleep. That way, he won't struggle too violently when he receives milord's affection and accidentally hurt himself."

Once everything had been arranged, the hooded figure left the dark basement, removed the heavy disguise, and revealed the true face of the City Lord's butler.

"Hmph. The vision of a petty man is ultimately no more than this."

Disdainful of Keen's earlier performance, the butler returned to report to the City Lord while considering Anvis's possible origins.

Blond hair and blue eyes were a relatively common combination among the nobles of the various kingdoms within the Itel Federation. Anvis had also altered his appearance beforehand and carried nothing that could prove his identity.

Thus, even a well-traveled and knowledgeable butler could not determine Anvis's exact identity for the moment. He could only infer from Anvis's style of dress that he was likely some minor noble from the western central region of the Loland Kingdom within the Federation.

However, according to his guess, Anvis's true purpose was likely that he had been hunted down for some reason and forced to flee his family, intending to pass through here and seek refuge in the Gloria Empire.

He knew very well that although the 'Good Place' Tavern appeared to be nothing more than a disreputable tavern, it was actually run by a smuggler who helped people sneak into the Empire for payment.

Since the other party was fairly strong