"And if I am... what's your problem?"
Thomas's expression froze.
"Are you challenging me?" he asked coldly.
"Let's just say I am," Nolan replied casually, without a hint of fear.
"Hahaha!" Thomas suddenly burst into laughter and clapped his hands. "Good... very good!"
He rubbed his temple and shook his head.
"I don't know who you are, but, buddy, let's be honest—you're asking for trouble."
His laughter faded, replaced by an icy expression.
"You don't know who I am, do you? Well, I'll be happy to tell you."
He patted his chest and introduced himself.
"My name is Thomas Evtar, the Third Prince of the Great Kingdom of Horland. Never heard of the Great Kingdom of Horland? Well, I guess a country bumpkin like you wouldn't."
He let out a mocking chuckle.
"The Great Kingdom of Horland is the strongest kingdom on the Western Continent! Only the dragon race is worthy of standing against us. And I am its third prince. Do you understand now, country bumpkin?"
