Clayton, who had suddenly become the center of attention, felt a tingling sensation crawl across his scalp. Had he unknowingly done something wrong?
From afar, Hope couldn't hold back a sneer. "Heh... Let's see how you deal with this, you lowborn farmer."
Isadora and Balda, seated not far from him, immediately picked up on what was happening. Amused smiles played on their lips as they glanced toward Clayton, clearly expecting a show.
As Clayton sat frozen under the weight of so many eyes, a young man beside him leaned over and whispered, "The host seems annoyed with you. For some reason, he asked you to give a lecture."
Clayton turned his head. The young man appeared sincere and kind. His robe was neat and elegant—clearly marking him as someone from a higher social standing.
"Thank you," Clayton replied briefly before glancing at the host. He couldn't understand why he had been singled out. Plenty of others had seemed more distracted than him.
