"Are you really Marquess Beruin?" Aldrian asked with a smile.
That question alone was enough to make Marquess Beruin's heart skip a beat, and he felt his body turn cold. His mind instantly thought about whether he should launch a surprise attack and kill Aldrian at this moment, but he held himself back.
'Could this guy tell that I'm different? No, that is impossible. I'm different from those spies. Whatever this man's ability is, there is no way he could tell that I'm not the real Marquess Beruin. My body is his real body after all,' he thought.
However, he still tried to adjust his body's metabolism and reactions so as not to make Aldrian suspicious.
He frowned instead. "What do you mean, Sir Aldrian? Of course I'm real. Why are you asking me like that? Are you suspecting that I'm not real and that I'm a devil spy?" His expression clearly showed that he felt truly offended.
