Yan's gaze changed. The sharp-looking man from the Arlecch tribe was familiar. It was not because he had met him before or seen him from a distance or anything.
It was because he was similar to the old nobles in the capital. His mind was rotten. He was stuck in his mental ways, and the way he looked down on others was the same as the nobles who looked down on Yan because of his background.
For some reason, this man from the Arlecch tribe was arrogant and prejudiced.
Yan sighed.
It would take a miracle and a half to change the mind of someone like that. Unfortunately, they had just about run out of miracles when Zach saved their lives.
Yan changed his goal from clearing up the misunderstanding to figuring out what the Arlecch tribe wanted.
"What a rude thing to say to someone you've just met. What's so unpleasant that you can't even control your tongue?" Yan asked bluntly, tiptoeing around what he actually wanted to ask.
