"Me? Just an unremarkable nobody," Alan replied with a shake of his head.
He had already distanced himself from House Roan, not wanting any further entanglements with them.
Victor scoffed, "Dare to act but not admit it? You spineless wretch!"
Alan shrugged. "Fine, I'm Alan-Roan. Ask around in the Northern District, and you'll find out."
Victor was taken aback. "You're from House Roan?"
House Roan was known to have produced an exceptional talent—someone named William, if he recalled correctly. Even those outside of Snowguard City had heard of him.
Alan didn't bother to answer, instead casting a glance at the black canvas bag hanging from Janes' waist. He hooked it up with his foot and naturally claimed it as his spoils, tucking it into his coat.