"A newcomer?"
The uncle playing with building blocks didn't notice Bailuo, instead, he continued to concentrate on the tower-shaped castle in front of him.
"Hello."
Even though they hadn't met before, the young man was quite amiable and showed none of the arrogance typical of Upper Tier beings.
Bailuo could tell that the other's demeanor wasn't because they were equals, as all were Masters of Miracles, but rather it seemed to be his natural disposition, indicating a warm and gentle character.
"I am..."
"Wait, wait."
The Yizai Marquis interrupted Bailuo's self-introduction, "Here you don't have to mind identities."
Official establishment of identity should be reserved for diplomacy.
In private, nobody would act according to their usual status, just like when Chubby Simpleton came to revolt against Yatun, he did it in his personal capacity, which is why he appeared so naive and simple.
But once national interests were involved, even the gentlest person would become serious.
