Suke was stunned.
Since when did his uncle become so easy to talk to?
He had heard that when his uncle was young, at three or four years old, he was already riding a little pony following his grandfather to hunt runaway serfs.
This guy is called Lin Baici?
Why does it sound so familiar?
"If you are willing to come to England, I can recommend you to the King, granting you an honorary title of nobility!"
Feiman smiled.
He had a square face, with small eyes, but deeply sunken eye sockets, making his gaze as sharp as a hawk searching for prey in the sky.
Perhaps due to his bloodline, his skin was slightly reddish, contrasting with his white complexion, making him not particularly handsome, but his demeanor was exceedingly impressive.
"What?"
Suke thought he had misheard.
Since when did English titles become so worthless?
