The sunset followed the carriage wheels and slowly sank into the horizon, with twilight like a veil shrouding the Valencia Family Manor.

This atmospheric and majestic building stood unwavering like the empire's irrefutable power for millennia, towering near the suburbs of the Holy City.

Unlike the Hillfin Manor located on Wise Street, there were no streets here, nor were there trendy address signs.

The Valencia Family is the only heading here, and it's said that five hundred years ago, this place was a castle itself. It wasn't until the expansion of the Holy City's urban area reached nearby that the Valencia Family tore down the castle walls and transformed it into a manor.

In the tea room on the second floor of the manor, Albert Valencia and Regent King Granville Pot were leisurely sitting by the tall floor-to-ceiling windows.

Silver gleaming tea utensils adorned the table, with rose-colored tea gently swaying in the crystalline bone china cups.

Albert lightly narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the carriage gradually entering the courtyard, his tone carrying a hint of genuine admiration.

"I didn't expect Prince Colin to be so young. I initially thought the rumors might be somewhat exaggerated, but I didn't anticipate the reality to be even more incredible than the rumors."

The carriage of the Hillfin family rolled over the gravel path, producing a low and fragmented rumbling sound.

Outside the window, the garden servants had lined up neatly, waiting respectfully beside and quietly awaiting the arrival of the guest.

Granville heard and chuckled lightly, stirring the spoon in his hand, and said leisurely, "Indeed, Platinum Level strength, something that many nobles struggle their whole lives to reach. Youngsters like him are probably hard to find even once in a century."

The Pot Family's friendship with the Valencia Family dates back even further than the Valencia Family Manor, reaching back a thousand years to the First Epoch.

Although there was an age difference between Granville and Albert, their conversation flowed without any barrier, like close friends.

In fact, Granville's ascent to Regent King was precisely due to Albert's support.

Although the Pot Family was prominent, they were still not comparable to the Valencia Family. Whether in historical heritage or extraordinary power significance, the latter was definitely Tier 0 throughout the Holy City.

Even though Albert himself, as Family Head, wasn't distinguished for extraordinary power.

Looking at the carriage outside the window, Granville put down the tea spoon in his hand, paused momentarily, then continued speaking.

"Honestly, a young Platinum Level powerhouse in his early twenties, even with ancestral blessings, is quite considerable in strength. Even if you told me he's the Divine Chosen of Lord Saint Xi, I wouldn't doubt it."

"Who knows? Maybe you're right," Albert smiled gently, his gaze lively as he continued, "Otherwise, it's difficult to explain why he's so perfect... Whether it's the noble soul, the graceful and decent demeanor and conduct, or the most precious regard for tradition and honor. No wonder the Hillfin family is so interested in him."

"Defender of traditional aristocratic honor." Granville nodded slowly, his eyes showing approval, and continued, "This is exactly the type of strength our Council of Elders needs."

Currently, the various factions in the Holy City are vying against each other, with the Officer Faction continuously expanding their influence among the populace in the name of loyalty, while the Church Court Faction is ambitiously coveting worldly power.

If the nobles of the Elder Faction can establish a solid alliance with Prince Colin, it could at least curb the ambitions of various parties.

The carriage outside finally stopped steadily, and the servants respectfully opened the car door, with the first to step out being a pair of polished black boots.

The lights at the manor entrance gradually illuminated simultaneously, highlighting the young, upright figure, akin to the eyes converging on him.

Granville and Albert exchanged glances, revealing a tacit smile on their faces, placing the bone china tea cup back onto the tray.

"It's time to welcome our guest."

Night cloaked the entire manor, yet the arrival of Prince Colin ignited a beacon for the Council of Elders' path ahead.

Though this beacon illuminated not only the empire's elders; those devout believers also saw the invisible radiance emanating from Prince Colin.

On the terrace of the Valencia Family Manor, the night breeze was cool, while the splendid glass chandelier cast a gentle halo of warm yellow light, softly setting the scene for the upcoming feast.

Count Casite Hillfin stood beside a carved stone railing, a graceful smile on his face, a half cup of amber grape wine in hand, quietly observing his family carriage which had stopped not far away.

Beside him, a man standing upright and dressed impeccably wore an expression of amazement, lavishly expressing his admiration.

"I've always heard of Prince Colin being young and promising, and today's encounter does indeed prove his reputation!"

Pausing slightly, he couldn't help but continue.

"Achieving Platinum Level strength at such a young age, even with a distinguished family background, is not an easy feat... Has he successfully vanquished which Demon King?"

This person was named Todwen Aber—this name also resonates throughout the Aus Continent.

Apart from titles like "Head of the Silver Hand Adventure Group," and "Baron of Profound Mystery," which countless adventurers know well, he himself is Chairman of the Adventurer Guild Headquarters!

It's well known that the adventurer guild is run by the Church Court, in other words, Mr. Todwen not only has a baron status with the Emperor but also holds a position with Saint Sith.

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