"You are smarter than I thought, and very well-measured. Did Mr. Silver Workshop teach you that? The clothing suits you well, but I can tell, you're the type who values practicality over aesthetics."
Marquis Barton clapped his hands, and a maid brought over a document, which he casually signed: "Listen, Little Grant recommended you using his father's remaining quota. I initially did not want to accept it because that boy lacks any semblance of the temperament an Inspector Knight should have, so what kind of talent could he possibly bring forth? I had my doubts."
"Actually, if you ask me, Old Grant was so-so, besides his loyalty and combat skills, his mind really wasn't much to speak of, but who made me fight alongside Old Grant back in the day? It'd be difficult for me to refuse his son."
"You are a pleasant surprise, Ian."
With a casual flick, the lightweight document flew straight towards Ian, hovering in midair.
