Son

"Aru." Sigh "Do you know who you offended?" After stepping out of the auction house, Argen asked while grabbing his hand. 

From just a glance, you could see that he was panicking.

"Hm?" 

"You don't, ha!" Argen took in a deep breath and sighed. 

Aru's unamused nonchalant face described everything he had to know.

"Why did you do that when you know nothing about him?"

"Why should I? Is the manager of the auction house that important of a position."

"It is. Just his position is enough for the majority of people to bow down to him. But there is something even problematic."

"What?" Aru was curious. It doesn't matter who or what he was. In his mind, it was just a piece of information that might help him in the future.

"He is the FRIGGIN son of the FRIGGIN city lord," Argen screamed.