Caesar stopped in his place upon hearing those words, and John, who was walking beside him, tried to push him to continue moving forward while whispering in his ear "please keep moving, there is a bunch of geniuses at level ten and those guards are much stronger than me!" but failed in the end, he knew this won't end well. Caesar turned and looked at the person at the head of the table, "And calling your guests trash is considered a good hospitality here?" The young man frowned, but Michael raised his sword and spoke before him, "You don't appreciate kindness when you see it! Prince Henry Dolev himself has blessed you with his protection but you dare talk back to him? What if he calls you trash? Aren't you really a piece of trash?"
"No, no I am not, and I certainly don't need your prince's blessings. or whatever that was." Caesar's fist started glowing white, "If any of you have a problem with me, come forward and fight it out with me, don't hide behind the experts around you, and let your filthy tongues out at me."
"Haha, where did you get that arrogance from?"
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