A spine-chilling scream echoed through the house.
"Ah!"
"My hand..."
Keith grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right arm, performing a twisting motion, and sheathed the longsword still stained with blood.
After doing all this.
Keith glanced at the Guard Captain who was kneeling on the ground, his face twisted in pain, wailing miserably.
And the four guards standing tensely in front of him.
Keith's face still carried a trace of a smile, his words full of persuasion as he spoke.
"If you don't want to die, you can leave now."
"Of course, the woman stays with me!"
Listening to Keith's words and looking at the dozens of men with long swords and scimitars gathered behind him.
The four guards said no more, stepping forward, ready to flee.
However, they hadn't taken more than two steps.
Keith called out to them, "Wait!"
The faces of the four guards instantly turned pale.
Seth looked at the struggling Guard Captain lying on the ground, "Too noisy, take him along."
