Commander Feng shifted his gaze from Lord Jian and glared at the silver-haired boy. "Who are you?"
"I introduced myself five minutes ago," Solomon replied, resting his hands in his pockets.
"Which noble house do you belong to?" Feng demanded, his tone dripping with disdain.
"I am a commoner," Solomon answered flatly.
Feng slammed his hand against the armrest of his plush sofa. He stood up and pointed a finger directly at Solomon's face. "Then why are you speaking without permission? I let your first outburst slide, but how dare a low-born commoner interrupt Lord Jian while he is speaking? You have absolutely zero right to talk back to us in this chamber."
Solomon tilted his head and offered a dry smile. "I was pointing out a massive flaw in your logic. If your own knights and guards are taking bribes from an evil sect, maybe you should teach them how to actually do their jobs instead of letting them act like arrogant tavern drunks at the front door. Respect goes both ways."
