The next day was clear.
The sun shone brightly.
At nine o'clock, several double-decker buses arrived at The Aethelgard District, adjacent to Sovereign Harbor.
After the visitors disembarked, the buses moved away.
A Maybach S62, following close behind, came into view.
The head of the district hurried over to greet them.
The driver opened the rear door, and a long leg in a gleaming, handmade leather shoe stepped out first.
Then, Roman Rhodes, with his composed aura and tall, lean physique, emerged from the car.
The man stood still, leisurely buttoning his suit jacket.
The head of the cultural district came forward to exchange pleasantries. "Mr. Rhodes, it's been a while. Welcome."
Roman Rhodes nodded. "Curator Ashton, I trust you've been well."
"Mr. Rhodes, this way, please."
Led by Curator Ashton, the group walked into the cultural district.
