The second morning.
The fire in the manor had been put out, but there were still traces of smoke rising.
On a collapsed and dilapidated building, Count Brandon stood quietly, looking at the ruins in the distance calmly.
Butler Dyna bowed to Count Brandon and kept his head down.
Although Count Brandon didn't say a word, the forehead of Butler Dyna began to sweat. He had served Brandon for years. He knew that the man in front of him must be full of killing intent and fury.
"Tell me."
Count Brandon withdrew his sight from afar and looked at Butler Dyna. His tone was cold and murderous.
"The two didn't show up. We only have some information about height, figure and cultivation base. It's very difficult to investigate. I've used all the connections of my family, but... I can't find any information about the two."
While speaking, Butler Dyna bowed lower.
Count Brandon's eyes darkened slightly. After a long silence, he slowly spoke out a name, "Locke Capet."