Whoosh!
With a swift motion, Kanan Nigel lunged forward, arriving in front of 'Hardy', a promising young talent from the Kingdom of Ableton Sun, confronting him.
"Crimson Heaven Kingdom, Crawford Mansion, Kanan Nigel!"
Kanan Nigel glanced faintly at Hardy, speaking slowly.
"Kanan Nigel?"
Before Hardy could react, the special envoy from the Kingdom of Ableton Sun interjected, "So, it's the 'Young Marquis' from Crawford Mansion... The 'Military God' of Crimson Heaven Kingdom is renowned and feared, even I, who resides in far-off Ableton Sun Kingdom, have heard of him. Seeing the Young Marquis today, dignified and majestic, it's clear that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
The special envoy's words set Kanan Nigel on a high pedestal.
Whether it was genuine or feigned, those present could more or less perceive...
Sometimes, the higher one is lifted, the more perfect they must be.
Otherwise, once they trip, they will shatter to pieces.
"Lord Crawford, Barry greets you."
