"Look, it’s Mr. Keiran of Hell Peaks," exclaimed one of the girls in a red dress beside Estelle when she saw the group of people entering the tavern.

Adrian turned to look too. He was here tonight because of them.

"Humph. Those are all gangsters. It's best not to associate with them," Estelle replied, unable to stay silent due to her family background. She harbored no goodwill toward these hooligans despite being in the tavern herself to experience life.

"I know. We're all aware of your family," teased Estelle's friend with a smile.

Estelle shot her a glare, signaling her to stop. Adrian, hearing their conversation, was somewhat puzzled. Was Estelle's identity unusual? But from her attire, she didn't look like from a wealthy family. But there were exceptions. Perhaps Estelle's father was an honest and upright official? Though the likelihood was low, it was still possible. Adrian kept this in mind, planning to probe further later.

As the night progressed, the tavern grew livelier.