Marquis Wesley's wariness of the Bauhinia Guard was written all over his face.
It was only human nature; no one liked those fellows lurking in the shadows.
They were like cockroaches scurrying through one's home.
Only when you turned over some corner did you discover that those filthy cockroaches had already multiplied into a full-blown infestation.
And they might even seize an opportunity to leap out and take a bite while you slept.
Within the city, Marquis Wesley was not afraid of being assassinated by the Bauhinia Guard.
With demigod-level experts protecting him, the Bauhinia Guard would have to deploy demigod-level assassins as well.
But doing so would be far too costly for Grand Duke Koyi.
After all, Princess Anna had wounded not only the hearts of the ruling nobles of the six coastal cities.
She had wounded Grand Duke Koyi's heart as well.
By comparison, the six rulers, including Marquis Wesley, had chosen to switch allegiances in a relatively gentle manner.
It could be considered a peaceful breakup.
Even if Grand Duke Koyi was dissatisfied, he would not risk sending demigod-level assassins to carry out operations against them.
But switching allegiances was no different from cuckolding Grand Duke Koyi right to his face.
Whenever Marquis Wesley thought of those Bauhinia Guard members still prowling through the city, monitoring the situation here and his every move, goosebumps rose all over his body.
With that in mind, he reluctantly accepted the envoy's lack of ceremony.
After all, with the Bauhinia Guard surrounding them, the envoy truly needed to act discreetly and keep a low profile.
How could he make a grand spectacle of it, or hang proof reading, "I am an envoy sent by Grand Duke Jonathan," from his head?
After pondering for a moment, Marquis Wesley finally raised his head.