Ronin's lips twitched, the words were too fake.
The Undead beside him even chuckled out loud.
"Hahahaha!" Lind laughed heartily, clapping Ronin on the shoulder, "Attitude is mutual, I thought you'd grown accustomed to this type of insincere conversation. So, you really don't know me, do you?"
Ronin looked at Lind, unable to figure out what he was thinking—whether he was an Old Nobility who was too honest to engage in scheming, or one skilled at disguising himself.
The Undead nearby listened with great interest, especially enjoying the sight of Lind teasing Ronin, which made Ronin's expression turn very ugly.
Couldn't these Soldiers manage themselves better? They had no sense of hierarchy!
No one was following the rules, yet Ronin had to abide by them—he had to be compliant.
"I have irreconcilable differences with those who claim to be 'New Nobility,'" Lind declared, not caring whether Ronin believed him, but he certainly believed it himself.
