Glass Island, White Queen District.
Minister of the Navy Dewis Ramos's residence was located here.
As fellow members of a Founding Family, Ramos Manor and Moriarty Manor stood not far apart.
Their ancestor was Lanmalok, a hero no less valiant than Lancelot. He had fought to the bitter end in the fiercest war against the giants, dying a glorious death. After the Lord of Crowns completed His ascension, Lanmalok became one of the knights under His command.
If Avalon had nobles, then the Ramos Family would certainly rank among the highest.
It was precisely because of their ancestor's bravery that the Ramos Family had controlled the navy or army for generations over the past several centuries. Its head had always gone on to become the commander of one of the armed forces—even the previous Grand Guardian of Avalon had been Dewis Ramos's uncle.
Old Dewis was walking through the garden, tending to it with a pair of pruning shears in hand.
His hair was completely white, but his back remained straight, and his stern face was covered in wrinkles. Though no one had angered him, the corners of his mouth still curved slightly downward, making him as intimidating as an enraged lion.
It wasn't that he couldn't hire good gardeners. He simply felt that the gardens those people designed never suited his tastes. Though he couldn't clearly state what he wanted himself, he always felt that this part was trimmed poorly and that part was no better. In short, no matter how they changed it, he wasn't satisfied.
In the end, he could only do it himself. It was far from good, but at least it wasn't awkward.
"I suddenly have a bad feeling, Sheldon," the old man said slowly.
Sheldon, the chief secretary following behind him, was also tall