Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the faces of the pioneers around him turned extremely ugly; some of them were even so frightened that their faces turned pale, their bodies trembling lightly.
What they had been engaged in, merely colluding with the Holy Origin Society was enough to have them killed several times over, not to mention they were also implicated in the more serious crime of treason. However, they still harbored some hope of good fortune, questioning what if he wasn't the Duke.
Tap, tap, tap!
Distinct footsteps echoed on the empty streets, and through the mist, the figures of an adult and a child slowly emerged.
The man stood tall, draped in a slightly worn brown cloak, with nearly his entire face shrouded in the shadow of his hood. The hem of his cloak swayed with every step, revealing the intercrossed hilts of two knives, their gemstone tassels casting a faint, multicolored glow.
