Chapter 389

Half an hour later, the hall of the Maple Leaf Village manor had already filled with a large crowd of suitors.

Crick Keen, seated in his wheelchair, remained composed, but the Baroness pushing the wheelchair had gone pale with fright, the word "nervous" written plainly across her face.

His subordinates and guards looked as though they were facing a great enemy. Though they were tense to the breaking point, they did not dare make any rash moves, appearing anxious, awkward, and unable to sit still.

This secretly pleased quite a few of the suitors, leaving them with even fewer reservations.

Even a powerhouse who had returned alive from the battlefield of the Day the Sun Went Out would ultimately reach the end of the road, with death drawing near. Looking at Crick now, he was like a fierce beast on its last breath. Even an unweaned puppy could swagger up and bark at it.

Of course, these suitors were no puppies. On the contrary, they were all sinister, cunning, and ruthless figures. There was hardly a single easy opponent among them.

Where could one find people who were truly kind and easy to get along with?

"Teacher, why did you gather all of us here? Miss Anna is holding a wine party over there..." Stephen complained with a miserable expression, utterly baffled by his teacher's decision.

Lomon merely smiled without answering. Holding a wineglass, he greeted the invited suitors one by one, occasionally clinking glasses with them, taking a sip, and exchanging a few smiling words.

The suitors he had invited had all been carefully selected and were relatively decent people. Among them were knights from fallen households, adventurers weary of fighting, young men brimming with confidence in their own talents, and down-and-out nobles who could no longer survive within