"Who?"
Elaenor Wood followed Julius Reed's finger and saw a group of people sitting in the corner, drinking.
There weren't many, only four.
But they appeared to be of high status.
In the martial arts world, one cannot judge a person's status by their clothing.
To determine someone's true identity, you need to assess their aura.
The four in the corner wore black wool sweaters and sipped their wine, talking and laughing.
Their every move exuded the demeanor of experts.
"At the Boulevard Martial Arts Convention, many martial artists are heading to Boulevard. Including those from the Ocean Academy and Black-wind Academy that we encountered en route, even you, the mighty Sacred Lord, might not have heard of them. This inn is situated on a crucial route, so the appearance of some dignitaries is within reason."
Elaenor Wood finished speaking and picked up the tea on the table, smiling as he asked, "Want some iced tea?"
