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Facing the three self-important Viscounts before him, John did not rise to greet them. He leisurely savored the rich wine in his glass, then slowly picked up a tender, juicy piece of meat with his chopsticks and brought it to his mouth. Only after swallowing did he speak: "I am Baron John, the lord of Salted Fish Territory."
Upon hearing the words "Salted Fish Territory," the three men exchanged glances, clearly unfamiliar with this domain. In that instant, they silently understood that this so-called Salted Fish Territory was certainly not a place of great renown. A hint of barely concealed disdain began to show on their previously calm faces.
However, just as their expressions were about to change completely, John calmly swallowed the last bite of meat and continued, "Moreover, I am also an Epic Knight."
Epic?! Those two words struck the three men like sharp swords piercing their minds. Good heavens! How could such a formidable figure appear in their humble abode? It was simply unbelievable! For a moment, all three stood there dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.
"Hey, buddy, don’t joke around! How could you possibly be just a Baron? In my opinion, you are clearly a most esteemed Count!" Rolex said with a broad smile as he quickly approached John, his tone laced with both flattery and skepticism.
At that moment, John had just finished the last bite on his plate. He set down his utensils leisurely and gently wiped his mouth with a napkin before looking up at Rolex. He spoke slowly: "I’m not joking with you, and I don’t appreciate hearing you make light of this matter. Let’s be clear: outside the tent, you can do as you please, but once you step inside, you must behave yourself and refrain from any nonsense. I prefer a quiet environment."
After hearing John's words, the three men nodded in unison and exchanged knowing glances as if they were on the same wavelength. What kind of joke was this! They dared not provoke this seemingly mild-mannered yet authoritative figure.
What if they truly angered John and he offered them the white gloves symbolizing a duel? Would they accept or decline? If they accepted, their lives could be at stake; if they declined, they would face disgrace.
Thinking of this made them feel a wave of fear. They hurriedly rummaged through their bags for perfume and desperately sprayed it on themselves to mask the strong smell of alcohol. Then they obediently walked to their beds and lay down carefully, not daring to make a sound.
Seeing this behavior, John nodded slightly in satisfaction. After all, these men seemed to know their place and read the situation well. However, he felt quite full and uncomfortable from overeating. So he stood up, stretched his limbs a bit, and strolled out of the tent towards where his subordinates were gathered.
Once John had walked far enough away, the three men finally dared to huddle together and discuss in hushed tones.
"Who was that guy just now?" Rolex asked. "I’ve never heard of him before."
"I don’t know either; could he be some young master?" Gucci replied.
"I think I know something," Prada chimed in. "I remember that’s a territory in Blink County, but how could he possibly be an Epic Knight?"
"Could he be trying to deceive us?" Rolex said quickly shaking his head again. "That aura he exuded was definitely that of an Epic-level presence."
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