"Hey who the heck are you?"
A cocky youngster raised his hands and walked towards Don.
"He's dead"
Lord Clemo had already seen enough deaths for one day and looking at the youngster, he pitied the youth's time.
When the youth got closer to Don, he didn't do anything but just slapped the youth and he flew across the room and hit the wall as he fell on the ground.
The force of the slap was not enough to kill the youth but he would have a hard time talking for at least a year without healing.
"Lord Ryan, come down to receive your birthday present"
The nobles who were in Lord Massen's house felt the loosening of their bladder
And while after Don called, Don saw a man with a scar on his face walking down on the stairs with the woman who had a little baby in her hand.
"How did you get in?"
"It doesn't matter how did I get in, what does matter is what did I bring "