Richard noticed several young members of the Order of the Crimson Veil, divided into many groups.
They were major tyrants here, able to eat and enjoy entertainment for free wherever they went, as long as it wasn't a business run by the elders.
Of course, to the Order of the Crimson Veil itself, they were merely low-level members not worth mentioning.
Luke and his companions were the core figures among the younger generation.
They were grandchildren or at least descendants of the elders, while Luke himself was the grandson of the youngest Great Ancestor.
Richard needed to meet them in order to enter the Order of the Crimson Veil.
He continued to stroll around without concealing his face, waiting for someone to recognize him.
No matter how that person reacted, as long as he showed a bit of goodwill, he was confident things could move forward.
As he continued walking, he was slightly surprised.
Luke—he actually saw him inside a restaurant.
