Park Min-hyuk observed the proper etiquette, offering a deep, formal bow.
The lord’s eyebrows rose. He hadn’t expected such a gesture from a barbarian, a man of a people who never bowed to those they didn't acknowledge.
To them, power was everything. Nobles who held their station through lineage alone were objects of contempt. A barbarian, no matter how dignified his bearing, would surely see him as such.
And yet, Park Min-hyuk’s bow was more
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