Rhode turned around and saw three men wearing top hats.
In Rhode's previous life, hats like these had been popular in eighteenth- and nineteenth-century Britain. The image of the great detective Sherlock Holmes was more or less representative of men's attire from that period.
In Azeroth, wearing such a hat also indicated their nationality: the Kingdom of Gilneas.
The man in the lead was someone Rhode had met before-Genn Greymane, the king of Gilneas.
He was probably the one who had called out just now.
Following close behind him were two unfamiliar men. One looked to be in his forties, with a composed, steady demeanor and powerful-looking hands. He seemed something like a military officer.
The other was younger, probably in his twenties or thirties. Rhode could sense fairly strong mana surges coming from him. By his estimation, the man was at least a High Magic User.
That prompted Rhode to give him another look.
Even at thirty, becoming a High Magic User was no easy feat.
By now, the three men had reached Rhode.
"Ah, what brings King Genn here in person?" Rhode greeted Genn with a gentlemanly bow.
It really was rather strange.
Why had the ruler of a country suddenly come here?
People didn't come calling without a reason. He must want something.
Genn turned and gestured to the two men behind him. "Allow me to introduce Major General Falloden."
The middle-aged officer saluted Rhode.
"And this is Lord Kandray. Despite his youth, he is already a High Magic User."
The young mage also nodded slightly in greeting.
Yet Rhode distinctly caught a trace of disdain on this mage Kandray's face. There even seemed to be some resentment.
What's going on? I've never met this mage before. Surely I couldn't have done anything to offend him?
Still,