The man smiled and said. "I am 1st disciple of your ancestor, Bjorn Zephyr."
Hearing such words, Ezra Zephyr could not help but go nuts. He lost words to speak, it took him quite a time to adjust his mind to an incoming tempest of abnormal information.
"It is an honour to meet you, disciple of Ancestor. That makes you my great great great grand uncle or maybe a few more greats in between, isn't it?" Ezra said with a smile, his evil and cunning self was not here at all.
The handsome man smiled and shook his head. "No, your majesty. I am not but a mere subject of yours, you are the hier of Master Bjorn's legacy." Said the handsome man.
"You are mistaken, senior. The current King is my father King Mirza Zephyr." Ezra corrected.
The man gently shook his head again. "I am not talking about the little Kingdom that resides at the end of the continent called Bloodfang, I am talking about the legacy of Master Bjorn." Answer the handsome man.