Wahid had actually been quite well-behaved over the years. Although he had considerable resources and backing, he had always respected the boundaries Solam had laid down, never extending his sphere of influence beyond the Harbor District by even a single step. After all, when Solam had handed him that territory, it was to make him a watchdog, one meant to protect the interests of the merchant association led by Nazel.
But being well-behaved did not mean Wahid had been idle all these years. In fact, occupying such a lucrative piece of territory as the Harbor District meant that troublemakers were inevitable. Every year, Wahid had to fight smugglers unwilling to pay their cut, gangs trying to seize territory, and unruly pirates. His hands were still stained with blood, and none of his ferocity had faded.
So it was hardly strange that the paladins of the Order of the Radiant Heart regarded them as enemies. They were not good people.
"Boss!" Wahid glanced at the paladins, who looked as though they were facing a formidable enemy, curled his lip, then walked over to Solam and bowed in greeting.
Although the Order of the Radiant Heart had recovered some of its strength over the years, its losses back then had been far too severe. As a result, the order was now largely made up of raw recruits. Though these young paladins were not as strong as the veteran paladins of old, they had far worse tempers. Over the years, quite a few guilds in the city had been harassed by these arrogant hotheads, always eager to play the hero. Wahid was naturally no exception.
Thus, it was difficult for Wahid to have any favorable impression of this group of paladins. Besides, with his boss here, he took these young paladins even less