Chapter 222: The Old Mediator
"Easy there. Let’s not rush into things, shall we?" Lyan’s voice cut through the tension, his gaze steady as he sought to defuse the volatile situation.
As the two parties stopped short of each other, Lyan offered a friendly smile to the knight before him. "You might want to lower your sword, sir knight,"
"..." With a haughty and sinister glare, the knight Rale referred to as Kale lowered his sword, knowing that the situation was not good enough to continue the tension.
(Guess he could assess the situation well despite his attitude) (Lyan)
"I’m not sure about the reason for the fight, but I believe that we’ve attracted too much unnecessary attention, don’t you think?" Lyan glanced around at the crowd of onlookers who were now watching the battle between the knight and Wilhelmina.
Rale nodded his head in agreement. "That’s true."
"Yes! That’s absolutely true!!" A majestic voice appeared from the direction of the audience. Lyan shifted his gaze and saw that the speaker was an old man with several guards following beside and behind him. In his hands, he held a cane that contained a gemstone embedded inside that glowed with an eerie light.
As Lyan observed Lord Griswald, he found himself drawn into a study of the old nobleman’s character and background. Each detail seemed to offer a glimpse into the complexities of his personality, painting a picture of a man both intriguing and formidable.
The lines etched into Lord Griswald’s weathered face caught Lyan’s attention first. They spoke of a lifetime filled with experiences, each wrinkle a testament to the wisdom gained through years of navigating the intricate web of courtly life. It was as if every crease held a story, hinting at the depth of knowledge hidden behind the nobleman’s calm facade.
Then there were the robes that draped Lord Griswald’s frame, richly embroidered with symbols of wealth and status. The luxurious fabrics and intricate patterns spoke of a man accustomed to the finer things in life, suggesting a position of influence within the aristocracy that demanded respect and reverence.
But it was the gaze of Lord Griswald that truly captivated Lyan. Behind the polite exterior, there lay a sharpness that seemed to pierce through the layers of pretense. His eyes held keen intelligence, like a predator sizing up its prey, revealing a mind that missed nothing and calculated every move with precision.