The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

In the Andes Family mansion, Punk sat upright in the reception room, resisting the urge to scrutinize the opulent decor and furnishings around him, trying to appear less oblivious.

Actually, compared to the aura of the Campbell family, the pressure from the Andes family was somewhat lighter, not overwhelming to the point of being unbearable for him.

To be honest, until this moment, Punk still hadn't fully adapted to his identity.

Everything that happened during this time felt like a dream to him, as if the Divine holding his fate was playing a joke on him.

Up until a week ago, he was just a cart driver, but now he had become one of the notable "figures" on Queen Street, and even Mr. Andes, whom even his former boss dared only admire from afar, was willing to take time out of his busy schedule to meet him.

This was something he hadn't dared dream about before.

But humans are such creatures adept at learning and adapting to their environment.

When he opened the door to a new world and emptied the water from his brain, he suddenly realized that the world was not the way he had previously imagined.

Especially when he found out, so-called upper society wasn't much after all.

Of course, this doesn't mean those people lack ability.

Quite the opposite, their skills are strong, even the ability to observe and interpret subtle signals exhibited by the waiters in the Embrace of Dawn Hotel was something he'd never learn in his lifetime.

Not to mention Mr. Andor.

Even though everyone thought he sold his hotel for a loss, the current Embrace of Dawn Hotel was worth at least ten thousand Gold Coins, yet no one could deny that he had indeed made a fortune from the deal, even changing his life's trajectory.

But conversely, they're also human, not another species.

Thus, like many ordinary people, they too possess the same strengths and weaknesses inherent in humans, albeit with some differences.

Previously, he held a mistaken belief, imagining those venerable Lords as omnipotent gods, even daring not meet their eyes.

Reflecting now, setting aside the wealth or lack of it, contributions in the past life to the Saint Sis, these objective factors, perhaps this was the main reason he was tied to the cart.

Just as Punk let his thoughts wander, footsteps were heard outside the reception room door, and soon a man in a well-tailored silk coat appeared at the entrance.

His face was handsome, nose high and straight, and his deep brown hair was neatly combed. Although he was in his forties or fifties, he was well-groomed, with no signs of age visible on his face.

With the keen eye he'd developed at the hotel during this time, Punk instantly recognized the man's identity.

To compare in terms of horses he understood best, this man was akin to a purebred Highland warhorse, destined to carry a Knight Lord. Whereas he was like the short-legged horse commonly found on the northern plains of the Vortex Sea, destined to plow fields or carry wheat all his life.

This was not self-deprecation, but a statement of fact.

Punk believed not only he could see this, but the other person clearly also possessed the ability to see through his "soul" at a glance.

The reason this esteemed gentleman hadn't thrown him out despite seeing through him was entirely because he couldn't see through the distinguished person backing him.

Recalling the etiquette taught by the hotel attendants, Punk took a deep breath, stood up, and respectfully executed a courteous yet dignified gesture.

"Honorable Mr. Andes, it's a pleasure to meet you. I humbly offer my family's Lord's sincere greetings to you."

Watching his polite demeanor, Yang Andes displayed a slightly strange expression, but soon it transformed into a cordial smile.

"Mr. Punk, you're too kind, please have a seat."

Even before today, he had investigated this carriage driver's background.

Until encountering the distinguished Roxey Colin, this fellow had always been a carriage driver, a penniless bachelor, with no traceable useful information prior to that.

Honestly, Andes felt disappointed with the investigation result, as it was evident even this guy didn't quite understand his owner, so trying to probe Mr. Colin's background through him was impossible; he was just a servant picked up randomly from the roadside.

However, from another perspective, Mr. Colin became even more mysterious to him.

To train an ordinary farmer into a servant who doesn't disgrace the master in such a short period shows Mr. Colin indeed has some skills.

Yet, he still didn't understand the reason behind Mr. Colin doing this.

In fact, Andes misunderstood one thing; training Punk wasn't Luo Yan's skill but rather someone else's desire for improvement.

If one must say what role Luo Yan played in this, it might just be pushing this cart driver named Punk, opening a doorway to a colorful world before him.

If this fellow couldn't seize this opportunity and stood unstably, Luo Yan would naturally choose others more eager to progress.

There were countless such pawns around him.

Punk nodded, exchanged pleasantries, then calmly sat back on the sofa.

Yang Andes sat opposite him, first carefully examining him for a moment, then smiled and said.