"Sir Magic Warrior, or must I call you Lord Bowen? Haha, whatever. Our dear guest from Farlands, would you mind having a cup of tea with this prince?" the Crown Prince asked, pretending to be sincere.
"Sorry, Your Highness, but I'm really tired right now, thanks to the grand welcome ceremony I received yesterday," Bowen replied without hesitation, startling Matt.
"Haha… our little king still has that on his mind, huh?" the Crown Prince laughed. "Well, I understand your position, and believe me, I'm really here to make up for it. How about this, Sir Bowen? Would a B-rank shield help quench your anger?"
Bowen's eyes widened. A B-rank shield? Something worth thousands of gold? Is he serious, or is this prince playing with me? he thought.
A B-rank shield worth thousands of gold? Is this prince serious, or is he playing with me?