"Haha, Earl Melard, I didn't expect you to be here too." In a corner of the castle, two nobles dressed in tailcoats met.
"Oh? It's Sir Connor." Earl Melard glanced at the person who greeted him, slightly tilting his head, responding with a somewhat aloof indifference.
He is an Earl!
And Sir Connor is merely a Lord; to put it plainly, he doesn't even count as much of a noble.
What is a Lord?
Merely an honor, an honor that can be bought with money!
But he is different, he is a bona fide noble descendant!
An inheritable title passed down for hundreds of years, naturally carrying a certain pride against newcomers.
"I didn't expect to run into the Earl here, quite a surprise." Sir Connor did not let Earl Melard's arrogance affect him, continuing to smile at him.
"I didn't expect to run into you here, Sir Connor." Earl Melard responded with a hint of meaning.
In fact, he was quite surprised to run into Sir Connor here.
