Ignoring Sunan's mocking words, Owen instinctively stepped back, his expression fearful as he shouted loudly, "Someone come quickly, there's an assassin!"
Giller couldn't help but frown at the sharp voice altered by fear, looking at Owen with a flicker of disdain in his eyes.
The enemy had already invaded, and even a fool could guess that the guards were all dead. Screaming randomly like an idiot was truly embarrassing.
How come I never noticed this guy was such a fool before?
Owen also realized this moment, his face turned ghastly pale, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
Giller ignored the fool, turning to Sunan with a playful smile:
"Sunan Yanest, I've heard of you, the legendary Wizard."
"The Marquis himself has praised you as a promising young man. So, are you thinking of serving the Marquis?"
"As long as you achieve enough merit, not to mention a mere Baron, even a Viscount title could be of reward from the Marquis!"
"Who are you?" Sunan glanced at Giller.
