Viscount Samuel wailed and roared wildly.
He was like a crazy beast.
The most powerful and powerful ruler in the territory had lost his son.
He rushed into this house crazily and touched the broken flesh and fragments on the ground. He could not even cry and could only howl. That was his son.
Everyone was silent. No one dared to go forward or approach.
Then, an endless coldness seeped out of his bones.
The people present were all elites of the Glory Sand Castle. They took the salary and food given by the Viscount and served him. They obeyed the Viscount more than the Emperor. As long as it was the Viscount's enemy, they would not hesitate to destroy it. Be it the Goethe or the Cathayan, they did not care.
They were already used to following orders, even killing and setting fires. They never hesitated or feared.
However, now, looking at all of this, they felt deep fear.