In contrast, Mr. Goliath, the Pope of Hell, made him feel a bit troubled.
"Hey, don't believe it! I'll tell you secretly, this business is actually backed by the newly appointed Guard Captain, Lord Cabbin, under the Lord. Without his nod, who would dare to do such a big business?" The bartender's voice was full of envy, without knowing whether he envied the Lord or Lord Cabbin.
To him, they were unattainable existences, and in front of these "big figures," he was like an ant.
"Everyone envies Lady Lina, saying she is the richest person within a radius of ten miles, and she's a woman, but no one knows she's just a glove for Lord Cabbin. No one knows how much Gold Coin Lord Cabbin has, but I guess he could buy quite a few mansions in the Holy City, even Sir Richter may not be able to do that!"
Watching the bartender enthusiastically recounting the castle's turbulent anecdotes, Luo Yan playfully took a sip of ale and asked softly.
"Do you like your current life?"
