"Of course, for a person of your status and renown, a minor clan like ours is hardly worth a second thought."
"Rest assured, gentlemen. I mean no harm, and I haven't hijacked your carriage. I've simply exercised the power of money to persuade it to stop here for a moment."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the silent Arthur, lingering for a moment on the little chubster and Count Brand on his shoulder. A flash of curiosity flickered in his eyes.
"I presume this Lord Slime comes from that distant and mysterious swamp of the Undead."
Glen bowed slightly toward the little chubster. "Glen Bealy. I extend my sincerest greetings to you, and to the Undead Lord."
'The Slime Kingdom's reputation has reached even here?'
Chen Yu was a little surprised.
He hadn't expected that here in Allen Bridge Castle, a major city deep within the White Horse Kingdom, someone would know of news from the border swamps.
But he still blinked his round eyes innocently, pretending not to understand.
