Chapter 57: Don’t Overestimate Yourself, Young Man
Without bothering to respond to Sunan's teasing words, Owen instinctively took a step back, panic flashing in his eyes as he shouted, "Someone! Quick, there are assassins!"
His shrill voice, tinged with fear, made Gillette frown, his gaze at Owen filled with disdain.
The enemy was already inside; it was obvious that the guards had been slaughtered. Yet here he was, acting foolishly and calling for help—how embarrassing.
How had he not realized before that this man was such an idiot?
Owen quickly came to the same realization, his face turning pale as cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
Ignoring Owen, Gillette turned to Sunan with a smirk, saying playfully, "Sunan Anest, I've heard about you—the legendary wizard."
"The Marquis has praised you as a promising young man. So, what do you say? Would you consider serving the Marquis?"
"If you achieve enough merit, not just a mere baron title, even a viscount title could be granted to you!"
"Who are you?" Sunan asked, glancing at Gillette.
"Gillette Connos, envoy of Marquis Jinyan."
Gillette lifted his chin slightly, his tone laced with arrogance.