The quiet banquet hall grew even quieter at Fu Qian's shout.
A few seconds later, the only response was a crossbow and several gleaming pistols.
This wasn't going to be that easy, after all!
With all those murderous weapons trained on him, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly.
"I have to say, your disguise is quite impressive."
Collins, still holding the crossbow, was the first to speak.
"But unfortunately, you made an unbelievable mistake."
He sneered and pointed beside Grace.
"The person you're impersonating is right here."
"Knight may be in a bad mood and not much of a talker, but we'd never overlook his presence. It's rare to find an assassin as stupid as you!"
"You won't get another chance to escape this time. Who are you, really?"
I knew it!
Fu Qian wasn't surprised at all by Collins's words.
He never underestimated the power of people's imaginations.
Since they saw a Knight who wasn't really there, it was only natural that their first thought upon seeing him would be that he was an impostor.
In fact, he'd planned for this well in advance.
He glanced toward Grace, as if examining the person beside her, then shook his head with a smile.
"I'll return Collins's assessment of you word for word."
A trace of wistfulness crossed his face.
"People really do change. In the past, I'd have pulled out my gun and blown your head off without a second thought."
"Now, I can't even bring myself to defend myself."
"The only thing I wonder is, what do you get out of playing an old man who's lost his child?"
After a pause of two seconds, Fu Qian shook his head again.
"Not saying anything? Fair enough. You may not be as good at imitating his voice as you are