The fat man stood at the door, smiling fawningly, "I am always at the ready to await the lord's orders. Then I won't disturb everyone."
At this moment, Ning Fan said, "By the way, let's forget about the previous incident. Do you understand?"
"Understood."
The fat man nodded quickly; how could he not understand?
The nobility regard honor as everything. If word got out that someone had been forced to death, it would sound terrible.
After the fat man left, Ning Fan wondered, "Doesn't he fear I might be an impostor?"
Ge Fu shook his head, "No one would dare do such a thing."
The aristocracy would never do anything that damages their honor, and civilians wouldn't dare.
If someone were to steal a noble's crest, upon discovery, they would be immediately executed.
"It's not that they don't, they just dare not."
Ning Fan looked at the family crest in his hand, sensing a wave of magic power from it.
"There must be some unknown means of identification."
