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Harold had a few guesses who the person talking to him could be. He wanted to turn around and look at the person in question but the moment he showed such movement he felt a massive pressure fall upon him. The pressure was no longer simply bloodlust this was a pressure that could only be applied by an overwhelming amount of mana.  

"Do not move, and answer my question." The mysterious intruder's tone suddenly turned ice-cold as his mood seems to be worsening. 

"I'm called Harold a merchant that has recently come to this city to do some business," Harold answered in a relaxed manner.

"A merchant with a demon as a butler. Tell me what are your origins? You aren't just a simple merchant are you?" 

"Dear sir, my family has been merchants for quite some time now. But yes it is true we aren't simple merchants. As for my butler yes it is as you say he is a demon."