Pressuring The Baron
Lucius had thought of a few things that he needed to talk about with the baron while he was waiting there. And now that the man had finally arrived, he could not help but smile. This was the first time he was seeing the man.
Baron Harrels was a slightly fat man who looked to be in his forties. He had dark brown hair along with a well trimmed mustache. He had no beard though and was clean shaves, giving the look of a proper noble.
But currently, his facial expression was nothing like that of a reserved noble. Nervousness and anxiety were visible on his face along with the air of a man who had been shaken off from his seat.
"What is the meaning of this Young Lord Asher?!" The Baron said in a slightly loud voice.
Lucius could tell that the man was trying to control his anger but was barely managing to do so. He looked at his daughter, who was now standing by Lucius' side and was a bit relieved.