"Lord, the other party has already left the castle. Why don't we just -"
The man lowered his voice: "Although he's a Viscount, I bet his family's influence doesn't reach all the way to the South - if I remember correctly, that guy is from Belta, the northernmost border of the Kingdom."
"Fool!"
Baron Grudin was fuming with anger but still had a clear mind. He couldn't help but curse and snorted, "Who should we send? That guy has at least Gold Level strength. Didn't you hear what that Bone Skeleton said? The red-haired woman by his side probably has the same strength. Do you think I don't have enough trouble already?"
"Baron, it's my oversight."
"Then how about sealing the city gate and keeping them here." Another male concubine cautiously suggested.
Grudin took a deep breath and directly kicked the guy out, scolding, "Are you brainless? Who can hold them? Or should I send you?"
