Free Web NovelThe guards didn't give them much time to linger, directly ushering them into the castle and up to the banquet hall on the third floor.
A young figure sat on the high seat, his aura as calm as water.
That was Louis, even younger and more handsome than they had imagined.
A flicker of jealousy and malice crossed Vera's eyes, but on the surface, he wore a wide smile, just about to greet him warmly.
But before his words could escape, he heard the guard say, "Act!"
Almost simultaneously, a dozen Red Tide Elite Knights burst forth from inside the hall, the roof, and all around, moving as swiftly as beasts already poised to strike.
The female leader's heart tightened abruptly, and she instinctively reached for the dagger hidden at her waist.
However, just as her hand touched the hilt, her left wrist throbbed sharply!
A short sword flashed with a cold gleam, striking her wrist joint with pinpoint accuracy, causing her entire arm to go numb.
At the same time, three Elite Knights lunged, one from the left and one from the right, their knees pressing heavily against the backs of her knees, causing her entire body to lose balance and be directly pinned to the ground.
Another Snowsworn was not to be outdone, growling and struggling, but as soon as he moved, a hand chop struck the back of his neck, directly rendering him limp on the ground.
As for Vera, he didn't even have time to speak before his wrists were twisted with a cracking sound, and he was directly pressed onto the cold stone floor, unable to move.
In just three seconds, the three were completely subdued, kneeling before Louis.
Vera, pinned tightly to the ground, gritted his teeth and roared, "Lord Louis! I came to give you a gift! A big gift, it's outside the city! Why are you treating me like this?!"
His voice echoed in the empty hall, sharp with a hint of hysteria.
Louis looked down at him, a half-smile playing on his lips, "A gift? Are you referring to—those thirty-odd Snowsworn?"
Vera's heart suddenly constricted at the words, his face instantly turning pale.
Louis continued unhurriedly, "Don't worry, I've already received it. But it was my Knights who personally went to retrieve them, no need for you to deliver them yourself."
Just a few simple words, like knives, pierced Vera's heart.
He could no longer maintain his composure, his pupils rapidly constricting, and he asked with a trembling voice, "H-how is that possible?"
He subconsciously looked at the Snowsworn female leader, thinking that the Snowsworn side had leaked the information.
The female leader also looked at him coldly, her eyes full of sarcasm and suspicion.
The scene was momentarily frozen.
Louis leaned back in his high-backed chair, smiling slightly, "Don't guess, the Dragon Ancestor told me in a dream yesterday."
Vera froze in place, his mind buzzing.
Then he finally realized that the Snowsworn had been completely wiped out.
Otherwise, Louis wouldn't be here chatting and laughing with them.
He trembled and quickly knelt, kowtowing heavily: "Lord Louis, Lord Governor, spare my life! I, I was coerced! This was me deliberately luring the Snowsworn into a trap, truly! I am loyal to you!"
Before he could finish, Louis waved his hand: "Muffle him, he's too noisy."
The Red Tide Knight responded, stepping forward, grabbing Vera's hair, and roughly stuffing a cloth into his mouth.
The meeting hall finally returned to quiet.
Louis then turned to look at the cold and beautiful female leader: "I'll ask you one thing, if you answer me, I can let you go."
The female leader stared at him coldly, not saying a word.
Louis was not annoyed, throwing out the question he had always wanted to know: "What exactly are you Snowsworn sacrificing?" free𝑤ebnovel.com
The air seemed to solidify.
A hint of shock flashed in the female leader's eyes, but she still did not speak.
Louis waited a few seconds, then slowly rose, smoothing his sleeves.
"It seems you won't answer either," he said softly, yet it sounded like a verdict being sealed. "Drag them all out and kill them outside. Don't stink up this newly renovated castle."
The Knights respectfully assented and began to drag the three.
Vera's legs thrashed wildly, leaving trails on the frozen ground.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but his mouth was already gagged, so he could only stare at Louis with pitiful eyes.
But Louis didn't look at him, only turned to look out the window at the scenery.
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The three were quickly dragged away and taken outside the castle.
Blood splattered on the frozen ground, and after a brief scream, the world returned to silence.
Having dealt with this small farce, Louis decided to personally check on the Fireback Turtle capture to avoid any unforeseen incidents.
However, he still felt some regret; he had originally intended to extract information from the Snowsworn female leader, but unfortunately, he had failed.
From time to time, the intelligence system would receive information about nobles being captured by Snowsworn for sacrifices, but there had never been detailed information about the actual target of the sacrifice.
Louis had always been very curious about this, but unfortunately, he couldn't get the answer this time either.
"Never mind, next time I encounter Snowsworn, I'll see again," Louis sighed slightly, stepping towards the Fireback Turtle encirclement site.
However, just a few steps out of the castle, he saw Lambert approaching quickly with a team of people.
Upon closer inspection, it was the group of bound noble wastes.
Leading them was Viscount Firth.
Seeing Louis appear, these disheveled nobles immediately knelt, thanking him profusely, their mouths continuously chanting: "Thank you, Lord, for saving our lives!"
Louis frowned; he hadn't expected this group to be directly captured by the Snowsworn, and not a single one had died.
It was a bit troublesome, but thankfully not too many.
He calmly ordered, "Just deal with them."
As his words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The blood drained from the faces of the nobles who had been brought there.
Some were pale, kneeling on the ground, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Some roared and cursed Louis, shouting about their status and position.
Others simply stared blankly at Louis, their eyes filled with disbelief.
They simply couldn't comprehend that this young lord would actually say such a thing.
They thought they had misheard him.
But Louis had already walked away, then after a few steps, he suddenly stopped again.
Viscount Firth's eyes lit up, thinking Louis was just trying to scare them and make them look foolish.
This barbarian was truly wicked.
But the next second, Louis said calmly, "Oh, and make sure it's done cleanly, fake it to look like the Snowsworn did it."
His words were as calm as if he were telling a chef to kill a chicken.
The nobles finally understood.
Louis wasn't joking, ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) it wasn't a show of force, he really wanted them dead, as if the lives of these nobles were worthless.
He! How dare he!
Despair surged over their faces like a tide.
Some slumped to the ground, begging incessantly, others cursed madly.
Lambert nodded and said, "Understood, I'll take care of it!"
So, behind Louis, intermittent screams soon echoed.
Alas, Calvin is kind-hearted and cannot bear to hear such things.
He quickened his pace.
