Silvester strode up to Isaac. He stood over six feet tall, with a burly figure and a rugged face that exuded majesty.
"Hello, are you that 'powerful' Eastern practitioner?" Noticing Isaac looking at him calmly, Silvester reached out for a handshake.
Terryn frowned. "Silvester, how can you have no manners? Get out!"
"Your Majesty, isn't shaking hands a sign of greeting? I'm just being courteous!" Silvester chuckled and glanced at Isaac.
If Terryn hadn't stated she intended to invite Isaac personally, Silvester might not have been so hostile. Just now, he noticed Terryn take the initiative to approach Isaac, which irritated him even more.
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