"Master Zok is still the best to me..."
"Woo woo woo..."
The maid hadn't finished speaking before the sound from her mouth turned into a strange noise.
Listening to the bedroom words disappear, Land walked slowly and with difficulty toward the stairs ahead to go downstairs.
Land's gaze swept over the fast-moving bodies on the first floor.
Under Walter's arrangement, manor guards and peasants were gathering quickly.
But Land's face was full of gloom.
Regardless of the authenticity of Walter's intelligence report.
Zock Connally, to prevent any mishap during the evacuation, chose to bring a young maid who could only warm the bed.
And not him, the butler who had served for decades!
An inexplicable hatred quietly brewed in the depths of Land's mind and began to spread rapidly.
Muttering voices continued to rise from Land's mouth.
"I've put so much into this manor, yet they aren't willing to take me?"
