The man stared at Raze, he scanned him from head to toe, shocked to see that the person who was given his space was a child. His expression shifted into one of pure rage.
"So this is the person that took my room? How dare the Crimson Auction House disrespect me like this." His voice thundered, already pulling different hostesses and workers of the auction house to see what was going on.
"Why the hell are you shouting? Are you a madman by chance?" Raze couldn't help but ask, his question immediately rubbing the man the wrong way as expected, his eyes widened.
"What did you just say?" he asked. "Do you know who I am?" he barked, reaching out to grab Raze by the shirt, but Raze stepped back, the hand missed him, and the man stumbled forward, slamming his head into the door.
"Count!" "Count!" his guards bellowed and rushed forward.
'Hmm? So he is a Count?' Raze thought.
"Don't touch me," he barked. "Grab that brat."
