"Of course not," Suo Mo replied. "The Chieftain's hospitality has always been gracious and warm, but as your servant, I must know my place."
"No, no, no, you are my friend," Constantine said with a hearty laugh. "Now that you're here, we won't leave until we're thoroughly drunk."
Lanling sneered inwardly. He knew he had encountered yet another ambitious and calculating figure.
Suppressing the Foreign Tribe Army and humiliating them were all guided by Constantine's will.
Even the watchdogs outside were allowed to insult Suo Mo, yet Constantine himself showed a facade of extreme friendliness.
Suo Mo bowed and said, "Thank you for your magnanimity, Chieftain. I would like to introduce my nephew to you—your newest Samurai."
"Oh?" Constantine said, "Is it this handsome young man here?"
Constantine's gaze fell on Lanling, and instantly it felt like a mountain was pressing down on him. The mental pressure he exerted was even more overwhelming than the Shaman Goru.
