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Tom Wilson's face was filled with surprise. Don't underestimate the Captain; you must know that it's a position that manages forty people. Although he is a knight by nature, he has never had Tom Wilson manage so many.
The young man looked incredulous, still a bit dazed by the news.
In the evening, John cheerfully carried a bag full of delicious duck dishes he had carefully prepared, while his other hand tightly held two bottles of fragrant Juniper Honey Mead. He walked briskly towards Redman's tent.
Before he even reached the entrance, John's loud and cheerful voice breezed into the room: "Brother, I'm here! Have you prepared the fine wine and delicacies?"
As John stepped into the tent, he was taken aback by the scene before him. He had thought there would only be Redman inside, but to his surprise, there were several others present. Leading them was none other than Grinstowas, whom he had just met yesterday.
Redman was quick to spot John entering and waved him over enthusiastically, gesturing for him to come sit. "Come over here! You’ve already met this gentleman."
John collected himself and approached, politely nodding in greeting. "Yes, I have indeed met you, esteemed young master of the Duwasi family."
However, confusion and surprise filled his heart: how did these two end up together? Just yesterday, Redman had insisted on finding out more about Grinstowas's background; how could he have so readily invited him here today?
Grins wore a warm smile as he looked at John, his bright eyes sparkling with friendliness. "Ah, Knight John! It feels like ages since we last met! Tonight we must drink heartily and enjoy ourselves!"
"Oh no, I can’t accept such praise! I’m merely a supporting character here; the main host is none other than my brother," John replied modestly.
Despite his words, he felt puzzled and could not grasp what the other party truly meant. He decided to remain unyielding and not easily engage.
Out of the corner of his eye, he discreetly glanced at Redman, as if silently questioning: Brother, what is going on here?
At that moment, Redman seemed oblivious to John's gaze. His face was filled with an exaggerated smile as he respectfully raised his glass towards the one referred to as Grins. "Your Highness, please do indulge in the fine wine. You must know that these dishes brought by John are top-notch accompaniments!"
As Redman spoke, he also signaled to John with his eyes to join in the toast.
Your Highness?
Hearing this made John's heart skip a beat; he suddenly felt restless. Hadn't he always heard that Mr. Grins was merely the nephew of Marquis Duvas? How had he suddenly transformed into a prince?
Looking at Grins—no, now it should be referred to as Third Prince Caesarovich—John saw him looking helplessly at Redman with a wry smile.
"Redman," he said with a hint of exasperation, "you really are quite the slippery one! Are you afraid that John might accidentally offend me with his words? Is that why you rushed to reveal my true identity? Well then, since it’s out in the open now, I won’t hide it any longer: I am indeed Caesarovich, the Third Prince of Hecha Kingdom."
Upon hearing this confirmation, John hurriedly knelt on one knee and quickly apologized. "I’m sorry, Your Highness! I was a bit presumptuous yesterday; please forgive me."
John Ke had no arrogance typical of a time traveler; he wasn't particularly clever in his past life, and crossing over hadn't increased his intelligence. He understood the importance of being honest and not provoking others, as it would be difficult to escape the consequences if he upset someone. He feared that living in misery would be worse than death itself.
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