Balaton let out a cold snort, and the wine glass in his hand, perhaps intentionally, fell freely to the ground.
A crisp sound, with red wine spilling all over.
The already quiet banquet hall shifted all its attention to Balaton.
"What are you looking at?" Balaton demanded arrogantly.
It is said it takes three generations to make a noble; clearly, Balaton was only second-generation. In his youth, he did not experience a systematic noble education.
He felt belittled and insulted; he needed to vent and prove himself through sound.
The Bloodline members all had playful expressions in their eyes; they all knew today's theme involved the Guest Elder of the Nopheler Family, presumably someone significant.
Except that Su Chen was an Eastern person, which surprised them a bit.
But for now, they just wanted to watch the drama unfold.
"Marquis Nopheler, is he the star of today's banquet?" Marquis Balaton asked Harlow Nopheler, gloating after seeing the crowd retract their gaze.
