Come at Me, All of You!

Special envoy Basil narrowed his eyes and quietly looked around him. Even though the escorts of the diplomatic corps hadn't said a word, all of their faces were clearly upset because of the contemptuous indiscretion of that person from Lancaster. 

'Good. I could use this.'

Old Basil nodded almost imperceptibly.

But even if he did recognize the faces of his escort, he did not remember most of their names for the life of him, and in the end only had Sir Monan in mind.

Despite being unaware of Monan's actual ability, he probably wouldn't be that weak since he was chosen as a leader of imperial military elites.

But even as Basil was about to respond to the pink flatfish man, he started boasting away. "Forget it. Come at me, all of you! Incidentally, I've just put my skill points on the nonlethal False Swipe technique!"

Basil:???

Were the people of Lancaster all so arrogant?