"Lord?" This title made Ireel raise an eyebrow in confusion. He turned around to see if someone else was behind him, but in that direction, there was only him.
"Mister from the Public Notary, are you referring to me as the lord?" Ireel pointed at himself.
"Of course, esteemed Lord!"
The head of the notary office holds a position equivalent to a superior official in a lower civilization. For an ordinary lord, he wouldn't show such respect.
Before setting out, Galaxy's Lord O'Lawrence repeatedly emphasized that no matter who inherits the asset, they must be treated with utmost respect, as if worshiping one's own father was not excessive, because if they accidentally offend the other party, the other may show up with a Level Five warship fleet for a New Year's visit.
"What on earth is happening here?" The present lords didn't even recognize Ireel.
