"AAA!!!"
No one knew who screamed first, but everyone soon shouted frantically.
"AA!! Help! Help me!"
"What are you all doing?"
"Quick! Call the police!"
"Damned! They are Royal Guards; even if we call the police, it's pointless."
Amidst the screams, blood from the young man's severed throat gushed out like rain, splattering onto the people around him.
The atmosphere was chaotic, and even Noan was slightly taken aback. He had never imagined that the Royal Guard officers would dare to kill someone right here.
What's more, the person he killed was a Lord.
"I said… SHUT UP!!!" The Royal Guard shouted, his voice echoing throughout the grand hall, making everyone flinch into silence.
All eyes turned toward him, filled with fear and anxiety, no longer arrogant or proud like before.
The Royal Guard spoke calmly: "Aside from the one who just died… is there anyone else with an opinion?"
Silence…
