When Noah glanced at the door while freaking out, his pupils dilated at the sight of the unexpected guest at that hour.
Decked in his knight armor, Randall was standing at the doorstep with a clear scornful expression towards him. However, he was not alone.
Another tall old man, dressed in a white royal silk robe standing next to him also had a similar hostile glare towards Noah. He seemed to be preferably in his late 60s, with long shoulder-length smooth white hair and a grey-white beard.
Along with him, he was carrying a thick old book and a small velvet bag on his shoulder.
Peering his gaze towards his startled face, Randall gritted his jowls and stomped his feet heavily on the ground as he marched inside the room, "How audacious of you to ask me to knock this room before coming in? Aren't you the one who is living at His Grace's mercy right now!?"
