"Sir, can you actually speak to me properly?"
Lann stood outside a door lit by a warning lamp, talking to the person inside the room.
His words seemed to touch some taboo, causing the man inside to mock him sarcastically.
"Ha! All outsiders have bad intents, and you still expect the city folks to speak kindly to you? Oh, my lord, do you also want me to open the door so you can share this safe room with me on this hunt night?"
The man inside ridiculed.
"Outsiders bring plague; you should 'enjoy' this hunt night properly! Hick!"
Lann scratched his cheek expressionlessly.
The 'enthusiasm' of the Yan Nan people was something hard to refuse no matter how many times one experienced it.
"If you dare speak to me like this again, I'll smash your warning lamp and splash a thick layer of monster blood on your doorstep."
As the young man's calm voice sounded again, the caustic laughter from inside the room abruptly stopped, as if a duck had its throat twisted.
