“He’s called you in.”

As Henry had expected, the door to the city hall opened slowly.

Vant Larson.

He was an honorary Noble who had been crowned by the Empire, and at the same time was the mayor of Vivaldi. Of course, he was not supposed to be mayor in the first place. He had reigned as the chess champion for nearly ten years, and in recognition of his reputation, he had been selected as the manager of Vivaldi, a symbol of nightlife and gambling.

‘Who the hell could he be? Not only does he have the same name as Henry, but he also knows about Baguess?’

Vivaldi’s city hall was a tower that soared high into the sky. People called this tower the Vivaldi Tower, and Vant, who managed the tower, was referred to as the ‘Prince of Vivaldi.’

At that moment, Henry arrived at the living room located on the second floor of the tower.

Seeing Henry, Vant asked sharply, “Are you the person who calls himself Henry Morris?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Excuse me, but can I see your identity tag?”

Vant’s eyes were full of disbelief. An identity check had already been done at the entrance to the tower,...