Third Person's POV
A normal person would naturally become furious after being insulted by him.
But Ethan, he didn't even seem to realize that he was insulting people.
Everything he said sounded completely sincere.
That made him even more infuriating.
"Pardon my rudeness, Your Majesty."
The frail-looking old man suddenly straightened his bent back.
The slight stoop that had made him appear as though a strong gust of wind could knock him over completely disappeared.
His cloudy old eyes suddenly became sharp and imposing, while an astonishing vigor erupted from his aged body.
"If I had known that Your Majesty had summoned me here together with the finest collection that I forged through decades of my blood, sweat, and countless sleepless nights..."
His voice gradually rose, and his long white beard trembled violently as he spoke.
