The man calling himself the "lord" was surrounded by everyone. He sat hunched in a battered chair whose original color was no longer visible, his face filled with fear and wariness. He instinctively clutched at his collar, his gaze shifting between Hao Ren and Vivian. "Who are you people?"
"We came from outside. Don't worry about our exact identities." Vivian stood before Heimowen with her arms folded, radiating authority as she looked down at the cowering man. "Are you the lord here? Do you know what happened?"
"Since you know I'm the lord, you should show a little more humility!" Heimowen forced himself to put on a nobleman's airs and raised his voice, but he quickly returned to his uneasy state. "I don't know. I don't know anything—leave this place! You're not welcome here!"
What followed basically boiled down to one thing: this was the lord's estate, and inexplicable intruders were not welcome. Although he was in a state of immense confusion and unease, the man still tried his best to act like a nobleman. Naturally, no one on Hao Ren's side was buying it. As Heimowen grew increasingly agitated, Cassandra suddenly placed a hand on his shoulder and bent slightly at the waist, elegant and composed. "Please calm down. There are more of us."
This Vampire had a peculiar habit. She always spoke with the bearing of a noble lady while saying things more thuggish than anyone else. Hao Ren had only known her for two days, yet he had already gotten used to it.
Heimowen, however, had not. He froze for a moment, initially failing to understand what she meant. Presumably, no one had ever dared speak to him like that before. Once he finally understood, the lord belatedly cried out, "You're bandits?!"
Cassandra maintained her elegant smile