Hearing this, the servants of the Minister of the Ministry of Justice's mansion were stunned for a moment, then burst into roaring laughter. They glanced at Arthur Jacobs, clearly not believing him, and began to taunt him one after another.
"Haha, this is hilarious!"
"Did you hear what this kid's saying? He claims he's the young master of the General's Mansion."
Another man spoke up. "If he's the young master of the General's Mansion, then I'm his father! Ptui! It's bad enough this little brat has sticky fingers, but he even dares to impersonate the young master of the General's Mansion. Men, take him back to His Lordship for judgment."
The dog beside them chimed in with a few threatening WOOFs.
"Stop... Let me go!"
Arthur Jacobs's arms were seized, and he struggled with all his might. He felt a cool breeze on his rear and subconsciously tried to cover himself, but his hands were held fast, and he couldn't move.
