The King's Runaway Knight

The official at the station gave him a scornful once-over, his tone filled with impatience.

"Pay if you want to enter. If not, get lost. Lowly beggars like you should be grateful that His Majesty is merciful enough to even allow you a chance to enter the capital. Stop wasting time—there are people waiting in line behind you."

The man's face turned pale.

He could feel the subtle, probing gazes from the people behind him.

After a long moment, he hesitantly pulled out a small pouch wrapped in cloth from his belongings, his hands trembling as he reluctantly handed it over.

The official snatched the pouch without hesitation, weighing it in his hand.

Feeling its weight, his expression softened slightly.

"Go fill out the registration form. Next!"

Darius furrowed his brows, his expression filled with disapproval.

However, their main goal was to reach the royal palace, and they didn't have time to interfere for now.