In the luxurious reception room, the atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse because of Taylor's intrusion.
As Shien raised an eyebrow, Tris's heart sank.
The moment Tris saw his son barge in, he had already sensed that something was wrong.
Now, seeing this unfilial brat challenge his guest right in front of him, Tris was driven mad with anger.
"What the hell are you doing? Get out!"
Tris stood up and berated Taylor.
This was someone even he himself did not dare offend. Since when had a snot-nosed young noble like Taylor gained the courage to issue a challenge?
In truth, that was what Shien wanted to say as well.
Though he did not yet know what had happened, this fellow, who looked only a year or two younger than him, clearly was not very capable. He was not exactly useless, but he was only level twenty.
Reaching level twenty at that age might have been impressive among ordinary people, but in noble circles, it was hardly the sort of talent people would rave about.
For someone like that to come challenge a noble who owned a dragon to a duel, he certainly had guts.
However, the other party was obviously a stubborn blockhead. Not only did he ignore his father's rebuke, but he also spoke up stubbornly.
"Father, stay out of this. This is between him and me."
Taylor pointed at Shien as though he had some irreconcilable grudge against him. There was no deep hatred in his eyes, but they were full of anger and indignation, as though he had suffered some severe blow.
"You—"
Tris still wanted to say something, but Shien stopped him.
"You're Captain Tris's son, aren't you?" Shien looked him over and said with a faint smile, "I don't think I've ever