Charles eyed the red-haired guy, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
The guy's mocking laughter and the scornful glares from his cronies were starting to get under his skin.
'Another jerk with a superiority complex?' he thought, clenching his fists. 'This clan's full of them…'
The red-haired guy, still chuckling, crossed his arms and looked at Charles like he was an insect.
The other guys in the group kept murmuring, some snickering under their breath, while the short-haired brown servant girl looked ready to lose her patience.
Charles decided he'd had enough of the taunts.
"And you?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "What's your rank, genius?"
The red-haired guy stopped laughing, though his smirk didn't fade. He straightened, puffing out his chest with pride.
"I'm Dren Varkis," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Mentor rank. Mean anything to you, rookie?"
Charles blinked, processing the info.
A Mentor was just below a Master, meaning this guy was strong, but…
