In this way, "freemen" from each county would be guided to different sectors to take their seats, so even if they wanted to mix, they would have no chance.
Sure enough, in the sector Richard was in, Gerard spotted an old friend—Richard from Blackwater Town.
Richard was puffing on his pipe while half-heartedly chatting with a short, chubby middle-aged man beside him.
As soon as Gerard Mitchell appeared, the two drooping whiskers on Richard's upper lip immediately perked up.
"Hello there!" Richard from Blackwater Town greeted with a smile, "Gerard Vlanenovich!"
"All good." Gerard took off his cap and grasped Richard's soft hand with his calloused one, jokingly saying, "But compared to my old horse, I'm not much better."
"How's your family?"
"Thanks to the Lord, everyone is well. Eileen still thinks of you and asked me to send her regards. How about you, how's your family?"
