Inspiration

"Do you really think Dismark can protect you now?" Han Jin said with a cold smile. 

However, although he had a cold expression on his face, Han Jin was confused. Judging by Cromwell's expression, that 'Madame Fenny' was someone very close to Dismark. Yet, as far as he could remember, he hadn't come in contact with any noblewomen. There must be something that he wasn't aware of. 

Cromwell suddenly started uncontrollably laughing. He was so out of breath after laughing that he only managed to speak several moments later. "Do you still think… you can protect yourself?"

"So far, I think I've done quite well," Han Jin flatly said. 

"You are right. So far..." Cromwell's voice suddenly lowered and his whole body curled up, then he finally stopped moving altogether. 

Reg dashed forward and put his finger under Cromwell's nose and placed his ear against Cromwell's chest to check for breathing and a heartbeat. After a moment, he said, "He's… he's dead!"