"Who the hell was it?!"
"..."
Seeing Remzi's silence, Arnold glared at him with seething fury in his eyes, but the former made no effort to acknowledge the anger directed at him.
"I won't do a thing to them. Just tell me their name—"
"I can't."
Remzi interrupted Arnold, his voice as calm as ever.
"The Duke is just a moment away from killing me."
"But you are still alive."
"..."
"That's what matters."
Taking another sip from his cup of coffee, Remzi leaned back in his seat as he observed his 'friend' with his usual eyes of calculation.
Arnold, on his part, looked defeated as he covered his face with both of his hands before resting his head on the back of the sofa.
Someone had reported to the authorities that he had been there when the attack on the auction house in the Levaith Duchy was being carried out.
