It did not take long before Nalant arrived at the very front of the noble district, the most luxurious part of it.
The estates here were no longer like Um's, with merely front and back gardens. They had high walls and deep courtyards, and even the people standing guard at the entrances were no longer ordinary servants, but fully armed guards.
This was the wealthiest area in the Nock Royal Capital apart from the royal palace.
Those who lived here were all high-ranking officials with real power in the Nock Empire.
Duke Miller's estate was located here.
Although nothing outside the estate indicated that it was Duke Miller's residence, the large number one on its exquisite plaque allowed Nalant to identify his target.
"Who goes there?!" The moment Nalant and Big Stone drew near the estate gate, the captain of the guards immediately called out warily.
"Sir, I come from Storm Territory. I am its lord, and I wish to visit Duke Miller!"
"Storm Territory? Never heard of it. And if you wish to see His Grace the Duke, you must first leave a calling card. We will pass it on to the head butler, and if permission is granted, you will be notified!" The captain's expression remained fairly normal after hearing that Nalant was a lord and seeing that Big Stone and the others wore rather fine equipment.
Nalant inwardly thought that this was indeed the case.
He had known before coming that he would certainly not be able to meet Duke Miller.
An imperial prince was no stray cat or dog. In Duke Miller's eyes, Nalant was about the equivalent of a tiny county magistrate from ancient times in his previous life. How could he possibly meet a prince whenever he wished?
If princes were really that easy