Just as Duke stepped onto the outer corridor, someone approached him.
It was a middle-aged Wizard in a gray-green magic robe, with a stern face, who always rubbed his hands before speaking, as if he had rushed from afar.
As he quickly walked towards Duke, more people had arrived behind him.
Initially, they all maintained a certain decorum, introducing themselves from a few steps away and inquiring how the Pupil of the Rule Horizon planned to authorize it, and whether there was consideration to collaborate with a particular area.
Duke hadn't decided how to respond, but by now, people had gathered enough to fill the corridor segment in front of the long bench.
Someone handed forward parchment, others stealthily pressed a few Magic Stone Cards under the paper, while some loudly proclaimed their commerce association's annual sales volume.
