Dylann’s Disappointing Brother

Alaric saw Fredrinn arguing with a chubby man wearing a thick coat over his winter clothes.

"Do you even know who I am?!" The chubby man shouted at Fredrinn with a disdainful look on his face.

"Please stop being unreasonable. We paid for the lodgings here so you don't have the right to kick us out." Fredrinn responded while suppressing his anger.

The chubby man sneered. "Listen here, peasant. In this fortress city, my words are the laws! Do you hear me?"

Even without asking, Alaric could already tell what was going on.

There are many garbage within the noble circle. They use their status to oppress the weak, but during wartime, they are always the first ones to escape.

He muttered coldly in his heart. He hated this kind of people.

"Bring that lump of fat in front of me," Alaric instructed in a flat tone.

Hearing his words, Arthur jumped down from his horse as he said. "Leave it to me, my lord."