Harvey narrowed his eyes and looked at the center of the main hall.

Two old men with combed hair and dressed in traditional garb were sitting there. One was slender and with a monocle, like a noble from the West. The other one had a moustache and, while there weren't a lot of wrinkles on his face, the liver spots on his face proved he was quite old.

Behind them were dozens of men and women, all of them were wearing custom-made outfits and accessories from prestigious fashion designers. They seemed to think highly of themselves, looking down on everyone around them.

It was obvious that an ancient city like Wolsing didn't impress them at all as they were used to all the vibrance overseas.

Among them was a woman who was of obvious mixed heritage. She was the most scornful of the lot. While she had the face of someone from Country H, her eyes were amber. She looked at everyone as if she were looking at trash. But of course, with her looks and temperament, to certain men who had certai