C117 Third Brother of the Order of the Dragon
"Hugh?"
The Divine Lord cast a cursory glance before tossing down a mahjong tile. "Eighty thousand! Never heard of you. Anyone else familiar with this guy?"
The other three at the mahjong table scrutinized Eustace, their faces etched with scorn, clearly unimpressed.
"He looks out of place. His accent isn't Cludon—it's mainland, for sure