A More Dangerous Figure Than the Malvain Family

Whoosh!

A surge of black light and smoke suddenly burst forth in front of Nolan.

Moments later, the figures of Arnold and Malverna emerged from within—each wearing a starkly different expression.

Arnold smiled and bowed respectfully, while Malverna crossed her arms and let out an irritated grunt, her gaze sharp and cold.

"Welcome, my Lord. Did you have a pleasant journey?" Arnold asked politely.

"Quite pleasant," Nolan replied, stretching his stiff body before taking a sip of the tea Elina had prepared—still warm and fragrant.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he continued, "By the way, thanks for your help yesterday, Arnold. Without you, things might've gotten a bit tricky."

"Pfft! No need to thank me, my Lord. Helping you is part of the job," Arnold replied with a chuckle and a casual wave.

Nolan nodded in approval, then turned to Malverna. "Oh, right—Malverna, this is Arnold, my most loyal subordinate."