Pan Long walked through the streets of Hamlet Town with four or five adventurers, all of them carrying packs of various sizes on their backs.
Everywhere he went, people bowed their heads in greeting. Some even bent at the waist as though they wished they could prostrate themselves on the ground.
"Hello, Mr. Dragon!"
"Master Long, off to slay monsters again?"
"Your Excellency, it's an honor to meet you!"
If he had not stressed it time and again, plenty of people might have simply called him "Lord Angel" or "Lord Dragon."
The people of Hamlet Town had already accepted that he was no ordinary mortal. Whether he was an angel, a Dragon, or an Incarnation of the very god they worshiped sent down to the mortal world... that was something they often argued about.
Of course, they did so where he could not hear them.
They knew Mr. Dragon disliked such titles and did not like being seen as a Dragon, an angel, or a god's Incarnation, so naturally they only discussed it behind his back.
Pan Long knew what they were talking about, but as long as they did not proclaim it to his face, he could pretend he had heard nothing.
After all, their mouths belonged to them. As long as they were not viciously attacking him, they could say whatever they liked.
He was no King Li of Zhou.
He led the adventurers to the newly built Adventurers' Hall and handed over their haul to the logistics staff, a group of former Thieves and Veterans. Leaving the adventurers to sort out the details with the staff, he went to the rest area behind the hall, rinsed himself off with clean water, then headed for Count Hamlet's villa.
Compared with Hamlet Town, the assets he owned elsewhere were