"Hello! I am Hadrian from Tiriel, and I am immensely grateful to Mr. Laine for giving me this opportunity. I have brought the gift I promised to Mr. Laine. May I come in?" At the door, a tall middle-aged man lightly tipped his hat in greeting, his attitude very sincere.
Thus, the door was opened.
A handsome, tall man walked in. He was dressed in luxurious silk clothes, with every detail of his attire refined enough, yet the excessive opulence adorning him appeared quite jarring, creating a strange discord and a sense of absurdity.
This alone revealed he was not truly of noble birth, as it only takes one generation to produce a nouveau riche, but three generations to cultivate a noble. Genuine noble temperament is forged through long-term refinement.
Clearly, this person was Hadrian.
"Hello, Mr. Hadrian!" Laine stood up, observing basic courtesy: "Pleasure to meet you!"
