Owen's shocked expression made Constantine burst into laughter.
"Kid, are you scared now? I'll take you straight back to my country and lock you up in the palace!"
"A rootless person like you will clean toilets, scrub floors, and work tirelessly until late at night before you can sleep."
"Not just you, even your children and grandchildren will be my slaves."
Owen was completely stunned.
He asked in disbelief, "Can rootless people even have children?"
"..." Constantine's smile stiffened for a moment. "The point is, you'll never escape your fate of being bullied by me! Stop nitpicking the details!"
"Well, if I'm going to be a slave anyway, can I do something I'm good at?" Owen asked cautiously. "I'm not great at cleaning, but I'm really good at cooking."
"Sure," Constantine replied. "I'm not an unreasonable noble. Once you become a rootless person, you can cook."
Owen was speechless.
