As a qualified Spirit Medium, there was always an element of probing in his words.
It was professional instinct, as well as a survival instinct.
Just like just now—
It was the first time Arthur had truly met the Marquess of Ainhars.
Arthur had observed the Marquess from the sidelines.
But as for what he actually looked like?
Who could really know?
Humans are complex, always more so than one expects.
Even though Count Bernaken had already put all his chips on the Lord Marquis—it didn't change the fact that Count Bernaken was Count Bernaken, and Arthur was Arthur.
The two were different.
Not just in life goals, but also in their positions.
They were different.
So, Arthur tested the waters from the start.
And the result of his probing?
Satisfaction!
Great satisfaction!
Arthur had detected the awkwardness and the need for face inside the Marquess of Ainhars.
Nothing is more enjoyable than dealing with someone who cares about face!
If there is?
