They clearly didn't like how the young ladies admired him.
Of course, Abel didn't care one bit about what they said.
'Speak your mind.'
It is said that empty carts make the most noise, and the weak only talk.
He stared straight ahead, completely ignoring their voices.
There, standing with a kind smile, was the Duke of Crawford.
That wasn't the original image of him that Abel had expected.
Paley III was a man who had great passion even in his old age, but he seemed to have aged a lot in the past few years.
This must have been because of the stress he couldn't overcome, even with Cordyceps sinensis pills.
It must have been due to Crawford's extremely tilted domestic situation.
"It's been a long time, Your Majesty."
"Haha! Thank you for coming, Your Highness."
Abel exchanged greetings with Paley III.
As they entered the banquet hall, a splendidly decorated interior came into view.
'You prepared a lot even in difficult times?'
