“Ohhh! Sir Eugene!” Jevin exclaimed as he hurried towards Eugene and stretched out his hand. There were many watching eyes, and Jevin was the successor of the nearby region’s most influential family. As such, Eugene shook his hand.

“It has been a while, Lord Jevin,” Eugene said.

“Haha! Indeed. It has been too long,” Jevin responded.

“We are here as well, Sir Eugene!” Eugene’s eyes widened when he saw the knights who accompanied Jevin.

“Kiek?! Aren’t those the knights who were beaten to a pulp by our Sir Eugene?” Mirian exclaimed. Although the matter had concluded successfully, it was strange to see the three knights smiling brightly after Eugene had beaten them up only a few months ago.

“They wanted to see you again so badly, Sir Eugene. By the way, I heard about your spectacular performance in Count Winslon’s knight competition. I couldn’t stand still after hearing the stories! My blood was boiling, so I came. Ah! This is my gift to you.” Jevin said before gesturing at a group of well-dressed slaves. They came forward holding a large chest.

“Open it,” Jevin ordered.

Click!

The slaves opened the large chest.

“Ooooh!” The attendees couldn’t hold themselves back.

“Kieeek! Kiek! K-Kiiiuaagh!” Mirian was overcome with such intense emotions that she even fainted. Dozens of large gold bars were glimmering with an enchanting light inside a chest large enough to fit a child.

“This is a token of my respect for Sir Eugene. You have glorified our region with your spectacular, wonderful performance in the competition. I hope you will accept it,” Jevin said. Eugene was distracted by the gold bars for a moment, but he...