After walking for quite a while, the party suddenly heard someone call out, “Hmm? If it isn’t Miss Zorn!”

Upon hearing that, all six of them stopped in their tracks before turning to look at who had said that…

“…Oh, it’s you. To what do I owe this pleasure, young master of the Wroe family?” replied the woman with a snort.

Just from her reply alone, it was evident that she didn’t have a good impression of the youth. Gerald and the others didn’t have a hard time imagining why. After all, a single glance was all it took for them to register that he was a hedonistic child who had rich parents.

The youth went by Quaan Wroe, and just as the woman had said, he was the young master of the Wroe family. The Wroes themselves were famous for their strength, particularly within Dragonblood City.

From what Gerald could see, Quaan had already entered the Third-soul-rank within the Sage Realm, which definitely proved that the Wroe family’s strength was no exaggeration.

“Oh, don’t be so col