"It seems that the young Moller has forgotten something," Duke Lucas chuckled. Despite the increasing heat in the atmosphere, the Duke was still calm. There was no hint of seriousness in his eyes. It seemed like he was talking to a child rather than a man who was almost his age.
"What?"
Duke Lucas leaned closer. "I am the Duke of Wugari. Did you really think you could threaten me, young Moller?"
Clinton frowned, his left eye started twitching. "You are not in Wugary, my Duke. You are in Lonyth."
"Ah…" Duke Lucas snorted. "So, that is why… that explains the courage."
"In Lonyth, you have to respect the King of Lonyth. A mere Duke is still nothing in front of another Kingdom's King." Clinton Moller chuckled. "Now give me the sorcerer."
"What are you afraid of young Moller? To an outsider, it seems like you are wasting your time with a small sorcerer when you could be helping your father manage your estate."
"Is this a confirmation that you are indeed working with one?"
