While speaking, Seamus waved in all directions. He didn’t look authoritative whatsoever.
“That’s the legendary Sir Mosey? He looks different from what I imagined.” Abigail was puzzled as she gazed at the friendly, plump man in front of her.
She had imagined a prince to be imposing and dignified. A figure that would command respect with just a glance. She was slightly disappointed with Seamus’ appearance and temperament.
“Are you thinking that he doesn’t match the image of a prince?” Dustin asked with a smile.
“Yeah, he looks no different from a regular guy. Quite a contrast to Anders. “Abigail nodded.
“Your judgment might be a bit off.”
Dustin shook his head. “Anders is indeed impressive. Even so, his success is ultimately rooted in the support of an influential figure. That gives him not only a head start but a relatively smooth path.
“Sir Mosey, on the other hand, built himself from the bottom up. He rose to the status of a prince solely through his efforts. He is the true hero!”
Anders owed a considerable portion of his success to Sir Mosey’s connections and resources, making the two incomparable. “That does make sense.” Abigail nodded thoughtfully.
“As for his image, it’s simply not something someone of Sir Mosey’s caliber would concern themselves with.
Dustin sighed regretfully. “In fact, things like fame, wealth, prestige, and even power have lost much importance to them.”
“What could be more important than money?” Abigail asked.
“They care more about relationships and emotional fulfillment,” Dustin replied. It suddenly clicked for Abigail. “Oh, I understand now. So, that’s why he took in so many godsons and goddaughters.”
“I guess you can say that.” Dustin smiled.
“By the way, Dustin, how do you know so much?” Abigail was curious.
“Me? I was just guessing.” Dustin shrugged. For some people, relationships were just more important as they aged. They might have been indifferent in their youth, but relationships would take precedence over everything else in their later years.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is truly an honor to host you at my modest home today. Kindly pardon any shortcomings on our part.”
As Seamus walked through the entrance, he greeted everyone back with courteous nods. Regardless of the guests’ status or influence, he treated everyone equally without a hint of favoritism. After exchanging pleasantries, Seamus finally took his seat.
Right then, Anders, who was now dressed in casual attire, strode into the room confidently. His entrance attracted everyone’s attention.
“Godfather, it’s your big day today. I wish you good health and a long life!” Anders greeted respectfully with a salute.
“Anders, you’re an important figure who guards the eastern frontiers. There was no need for you to rush home for such a small event,” Seamus said meaningfully.
“Your birthday is no small event to me. Besides, the eastern frontier is under control. There shouldn’t be any issues. There’s no need to worry, Godfather,” Anders replied respectfully.
“That’s good to hear,” Seamus nodded.
“Godfather, this time, I brought home a special gift from the eastern frontier as your birthday gift. I hope you like it,” Anders clapped his hands as he spoke.
Soon, a group of burly men carried a cage inside. It was covered with a black cloth. They lowered the cage to the ground, and it landed with a resounding thud. The impact shook the drinks on the table.
“Godfather, please have a look!”
Anders grabbed the black cloth and pulled it down forcefully, revealing the contents of the cage to everyone.
