The car at the front stopped so suddenly that the ones behind almost rammed into each other in succession. The sleepy soldiers in the trucks were tossed out of their seats and onto the floor.

A furious middle-aged man clad in steward’s clothing jumped out of the car. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?”

The driver poked his head out of the window, but he couldn’t say anything—all he did was point forward.

The middle-aged steward jogged over and couldn’t help but gasp after looking toward the front.

There, at the center of the road, was a young man standing with his hands behind his back, blocking the motorcade’s path.

The steward rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Thereafter, he immediately began bowing and scraping with a face full of smiles. “Oh, it’s Sire Qianye! Oh my, how fortunate to be able to see you! How come you’re here?”

Qianye responded with a question, “Where are you going?”

The steward’s forehead was drenched in sweat as he replied cautiously, “W-We’re heading to Tidehark City, mainly to send these people over. We need them to watch the store over there. We also brought some miscellaneous...