"Manor Master, who are you looking for? I can call him out for you," the waiter said eagerly.
The steward behind the old manor master saw this and, without a word, stepped forward and pushed the waiter aside, saying arrogantly, "We can find him ourselves. You step aside and don't hinder us."
The old manor master asked again, "Where are they staying?"
The steward immediately bowed his head, "Manor Master, they are on the second floor."
The manor master said to the ten or so strong men behind him, "Go and invite him down for me."
There was some grit in his voice.
"Yes."
A dozen strong men with worn swords at their waists rushed aggressively to the second floor.
