The three were completely surrounded.

One of the guards placed a hand on the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist, as if he was facing an enemy.

“Since you dare fake an invitation, I will assume you have ulterior motives. You’ll be sent to the authorities later!”

Feeling the murderous intent emanating from the guards, Stanley and the others could barely control their bowels. It looked as though these men were close to unsheathing their blades.

Stanley, who was born with a silver spoon, had