The man's eyes trailed down to Val's features, then the bruises on his face, taking his orbs to his tattered clothes, watching him with the most polite smile he could muster.
Where in hell's name did Valdes pick this one from? He thought.
He doesn't even look like a noble... A noble would never look like this.
Was this is the product from the trip on he went by himself?
How can a thing like this save them from the lord's wrath?
How long would it take to clean him up?
Valdes's eyes locked on him coldly, just like he did with Galifian.
"This is a special one for the Lord... Clean him up, and teach him what he needs to know. Your life depends on it, so ready him as fast as you can".
Valdes's voice echoed throughout the hall as everyone listened, passing a glance to the silver hair, then back to the petite looking man, exhaling in the process.
