Logan Bennett curiously looked out the window at everything outside. It was all real, far more vivid and shocking than anything seen in a movie. Especially this city, a blend of East and West, which was completely absent from films.

　　Even the carriages of nobles moved slowly in the royal city, simply because there were too many people.

　　“Is it true that young master Norton has returned in that carriage?” Suddenly, a woman's delighted shout rang out from outside.

　　Logan Bennett lifted the curtain and looked out. On a resplendent building, more than a dozen scantily clad women were striking seductive poses. Upon seeing Logan Bennett's face, the group of women immediately screamed, “Young master Norton has returned, young master Norton has returned...”

　　There was no doubt—this was a brothel.

　　Then, these women boldly pulled open their collars, frantically beckoning to Logan Bennett.

　　“Young master Norton, come quickly, come quickly, we've missed you so much...”

　　A few of the women even rushed down from the building, seemingly about to throw themselves onto the carriage.

　　Inside the carriage, Logan Bennett's scalp tingled. The Norton he was impersonating must be a regular at such places, or else these prostitutes wouldn't be so enthusiastic.

　　Owen Carter said awkwardly, “Young master Norton used to frequent places like this. Who knows how much money he squandered. That's why all the women here know him and treat him like a god.”

　　Immediately, Logan Bennett felt immense pressure. On Earth, he was a pure virgin, and now he had to pretend to be such a debauched playboy—it was truly difficult.

　　Owen Carter directly whipped the reins to speed up, shaking off the prostitutes trying to pounce, and hurried toward the count's residence.

　　...

　　The Earl of Tianshui's mansion was located within the inner city of the royal capital, where only the most powerful families of the kingdom resided.

　　After entering the inner city, the air immediately changed, becoming fragrant and pleasant. The roads became smooth and wide, and there were fewer people; only luxurious carriages passed by.

　　On both sides of the broad bluestone street stood long, tall walls, behind which were the estates of noble families.

　　Because the roads were wide and there were few people, the carriage moved much faster. As they sped along and admired the scenery through the window, the carriage suddenly stopped.

　　“What is it? Have we arrived at the count's residence?” Logan Bennett asked.

　　Owen Carter leapt off his steed and whispered to Logan Bennett, “Quick, get out and stand by the roadside. Bow your head and bend at the waist, be respectful and solemn.”

　　Logan Bennett hurriedly got out of the carriage and stood by the roadside with Owen Carter, bowing slightly and lowering his head. Looking around, he saw that all the other carriages had also stopped, and the nobles inside had all gotten out to stand quietly by the road, bowing.

　　He couldn't help but be surprised. Who could be passing by to warrant such respect? Could it be someone from the royal family?

　　A moment later, before anyone appeared, Logan Bennett caught a whiff of a strange fragrance—very faint, yet lingering and ethereal. Then, he saw a group of four people appear from around the corner, walking down the center of the road.

　　All four were completely shrouded in snow-white robes, with only their eyes visible. Their faces were hidden, but their figures were graceful and slender. Their eyes... how to describe it? It was the first time Logan Bennett had seen such a gaze—pure, immaculate, with a holy radiance, as if it could purify one's soul.

　　The four walked quickly, yet it seemed as if they weren't even taking steps, almost floating past the crowd. The entire street was utterly silent.

　　Only after these four white-robed women had completely passed did everyone get back into their carriages and continue on.

　　Logan Bennett got back into the carriage without asking any questions, though he was extremely curious.

　　“Those are the Snow-robed Envoys of the Divine Dragon Sanctuary, messengers of God in this world. No matter where you encounter them in the future, you must stand by the roadside and wait quietly. You must not look up, move, or say a single word,” said Owen Carter.

　　“Understood,” Logan Bennett nodded. The term “Divine Dragon Sanctuary” was now deeply imprinted in his mind—this must be the most transcendent theocratic organization in this world.

　　The carriage continued through the inner city for another quarter of an hour before stopping again. Owen Carter said, “Young master, we've arrived home.”

　　Logan Bennett's heart suddenly skipped a beat, a wave of nervousness rising for no apparent reason.

　　He pushed open the carriage door and looked at the count's residence before him.

　　...

　　Truly a mansion of wealth and nobility, with courtyards deep and mysterious.

　　Two large stone lions stood before the vermilion gates, which were adorned with a massive gilded plaque.

　　The blue-gray walls were four or five meters high and hundreds of meters long, stretching out of sight. All the scenery inside was blocked, with only the occasional flowering tree peeking over the wall.

　　On Earth, Logan Bennett had only lived in a modest, decades-old apartment of less than a hundred square meters. But the count's residence before him covered at least hundreds of acres, and he was truly awed by its grandeur.

　　However, the gold on the plaque seemed to be fading, and the trees inside the walls looked a bit overgrown, as if they hadn't been trimmed in some time.

　　Moreover, the main gate of the count's residence was tightly shut, and no sounds could be heard from within. For some reason, this vast estate felt rather desolate.

　　“Young master, please wait here for a moment. I will go in and report to the young lady,” said Owen Carter.