"Special group?" Reeva's eyebrows lifted as he heard the term.
"Yep, a group of elites that will soon be the rulers of this land," Landlong replied, a bright smile spreading across his face. His voice lowered to a whisper as if he were sharing a great secret.
"You're becoming the mayor?" Reeva question
"I can't tell you more—you'd need to agree to join first."
Reeva's eyebrows knitted together. This sounded exactly like something a cult would say.
"Is this a cult?"
"No, no, no, young friend. This is not a cult—" Landlong said with a laugh, catching himself before he could say anything more. "You're cheeky, young friend. Anyway, if you're interested, you know where to find me."
With that, the old man moved on to talk to another guest. The main events had already passed, but most of the guests stayed, awaiting a special merchant tradition ceremony that would take place after the kiss. It wasn't a church ritual, so the groom's father was the one setting it up.
