Outside the door.
A stretched Lincoln, two people sitting in the back seat.
"Quite strict." The young man said.
On the road leading to the ancient castle, there were many bodyguards, mighty and awe-inspiring.
"Indeed."
"The guests are not ordinary, naturally security must be emphasized."
"Wait a moment."
"Mind your words, don't be reckless. Today, many of your peers have come. Get to know them; they are core members of each family dynasty."
The middle-aged man smiled and advised, this gathering is of such high caliber, each person seems to lack official titles, but in their own countries, they are decisive and powerful.
Authority stretches to the sky.
So.
However proud.
Even here, one must restrain themselves.
"Yes!"
The young man responded respectfully. In his own country, he is considered the top-tier second generation, as the family heir, spirited and unstoppable.
Rather proud.
But.
Here.
