This unexpected notification left Balgov stunned. He then raised his eyebrow, showing a mix of confusion and puzzlement: "Colonel Hestingov?"
The sound of footsteps echoed, steady and silent, with almost no reverberation.
Soon after, a tall figure gradually appeared in front of the inn's entrance, as if a spirit emerging from the snowy winds.
The snowflakes swirling outside seemed to be suppressed by this aura, and even the wind and snow momentarily paused.
The small officials standing outside with their noses red from the cold couldn't help but shiver.
At this moment, the mayor hurriedly stepped forward, rushing to put a thick coat on him.
The mayor moved swiftly and respectfully, as if fearing this important figure might catch a cold.
