On the Way

The moment he pushed open the stained-glass wooden door of the VIP carriage, the noise grew louder.

Gilan noticed that in the cramped corridor, three dark-skinned men were surrounding a suited bodyguard from the envoy delegation, constantly cursing and threatening him in a Doro dialect.

The bodyguard merely remained silent, allowing the three men to shove him around without retaliating. He only kept backing away, his expression grim.

He could neither understand what they were saying nor dare to fight them. After all, his duty was to protect the safety of the envoys, not to come into conflict with outsiders.

Accompanying the envoy delegation on this journey meant carrying out an important diplomatic mission. Starting a conflict rashly might ruin the whole affair.

At that moment.

The bodyguard noticed footsteps behind him. When he turned around, his expression immediately tightened. He quickly lowered his head and greeted him in a rather ashamed tone:

"Sir..."

"Mm." Gilan walked over and nodded at him.

Then, with a calm expression, he looked at the three men and spoke directly in fluent Doro:

"My bodyguard does not understand Doro. Is there perhaps some misunderstanding here?"

Hearing this, the three dark-skinned men all cast surprised, suspicious looks at the violet-eyed young man with the unusual hair color.

Judging from his features and complexion, they easily determined that he was an Imperial.

"Young man, you actually speak Doro?"

One of the men wore a gloomy expression.

"Good! That saves us a lot of trouble! Your bodyguard damaged a valuable collectible we worked so hard to buy at an auction. How do you intend to settle this?"

As he spoke, another man picked up the wooden box from the floor. Opening it revealed a ceramic minotaur sculpture inside.

However, the sculpture had snapped at the waist, splitting