"Cusius' father?"
Colin looked at the young face of Kurd, thinking the other had misspoken, "Don't you mean to say that Cusius is your father?"
Kurd laughed and shook his head:
"No, Duke St. Chapman, I didn't misspeak. What you see before you is an old fellow who's over a hundred."
Colin was momentarily taken aback, but quickly displayed a enlightened expression, saying:
"I finally understand what you use to deceive those old rascals. You've actually developed a rejuvenation spell?"
"You flatter me." Kurd laughed modestly, but his face still unconsciously betrayed his pride.
Then, he asked incredulously:
"Duke St. Chapman, you don't seem concerned at all after hearing that I'm Cusius's father."
Colin smirked and chuckled:
"what's there to worry about? Does Cusius think that by staging a few acts, making his son my student, and giving me a scroll that is said to withstand the Eyes of Judgement, he could win my trust?
My trust isn't earned so cheaply.
