Noble's Retribution (2)

Count Hith felt a chill as he knelt at the edge of the platform, listening to the death sentence given by the angry mob before him. These people, who were no different from ants to him in the past, now possessed the power to judge him.

Who the hell did they think they were to judge him?!

Bam!

With a light kick from the Fanghorn Captain, Count Hith rolled off the high platform. He fell right into the pool of blood, still fresh from the last kill. The pungent stench and sticky feel immediately disgusted him despite being no stranger to them.

The fall almost broke his neck and killed him on the spot. Yet, somehow, he still survived, as if it had been calculated.

Meanwhile, the Fanghorn Soldiers and Moonwater Soldiers guided the relevant families and close friends of his most recent victims to pick out their tools of torture.