"..."
At Fang Zheng's words, the old man frowned and glared coldly at him. For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire room grew tense. Then, just then, another voice suddenly rang out.
"My, running into such troublesome business the moment I arrive here is rather frightening. Still, everyone, it isn't time to start fighting just yet, is it?"
Accompanied by that somewhat frivolous-sounding voice, a bearded man dressed casually strode into the room and spoke with a grin. The old man glanced at him, then silently moved aside and said nothing more. Fang Zheng yawned and returned his attention to the game before him.
"Hahaha..."
Seeing the slightly awkward scene, the bearded man scratched his head and gave a bitter smile. Then, with a deep sigh, Lord El-Melloi II and his disciple appeared as well.
"Haah... I'm exhausted..."
"Are you all right, Master?"
As he pounded his thigh, Lord El-Melloi II sat down in a nearby chair. Gray watched him anxiously from beside him.
"How weak."
Seeing this, Fang Zheng snorted.
"Maguses ought to work out a little, you know. Look at Senka—she's only a high school girl, and she didn't come all this way gasping like you did. You can't even compare to an ordinary high school girl, yet you call yourself a LORD? Go home and train for a marathon."
"Ugh..."
Faced with Fang Zheng's mockery, Lord El-Melloi II could only give a bitter smile, unable to reply. He was a man in his late twenties, nearly thirty, yet his stamina was worse than that of a delicate high school girl... There was really no defending that.
Fortunately, the arrival of another guest rescued Lord El-Melloi II from the situation.
"It has been a long time, Lord El-Melloi."
With those words, a handsome blond, blue-eyed man of