“Are you the guest who came here with Yongyun’s gold plaque?” The emperor, an old man sitting on his throne, threw a question at Hyeonu.

‘Old man...’ Hyeonu thought.

That’s right. The emperor was an old man. He had white hair, white eyebrows, and a white beard. They were all white. His dignity as an emperor couldn’t be seen at all.

‘Of course, I thought the third imperial prince was fairly old, so I was mentally prepared. But...’

Still, this was the only emperor of the East Continent. He could eat meals that were good for his body and learn the best magic power application method in the East Continent. Then why was he so old? Hyeonu couldn’t understand it at all. Nevertheless, he was polite to the emperor.

“Yes, I am Gang Hyeonu.”

“I’ve already heard about it. You came from beyond Mount Cheon? An adventurer and a viscount... You are great...”

The emperor was genial and more like a neighborhood elder than the emperor. He didn’t give off the air of an emperor at all. 

‘He feels like the village chief of Aslan.’

“You're overpraising me. I was lucky enough to come to the East Continent. Ah, this... My emperor sent it.” Hyeonu pulled out the emperor’s...