Lord Rainier
"Well… what do we have here?" Sigmund queried with a bit of indifference. However, after seeing the look of the uninvited guests, he tried to act coolly with an inquisitive smile. "Barry?" "Father, that's Zanjie Morito, a patron of the teashop. I heard from Larry he also purchased a set of daggers," Barry responded, pointing at the left side, behind the silver-haired man. "So you are that noble, Lord Rainier." Sigmund sneered, a quirk at the side of his lip was so subtle the noble almost didn't see it. "Am I right?" Sigmund spoke as his eyes remained on the silver-haired man, penetrating through the other man's grey eyes. "If I may interrupt, my lord." The man with golden blonde hair, sporting a blonde beard and a mustache, with an appearance of a distinguished man in his thirties, ab
- Writer
