C58 CHAPTER58

Seeing the pale face of the soldier on the ground, Jonas felt his anger intensify. "Pick him up and take him to the barracks. We're leaving."

As he was about to exit, Uncle Moreels, who had been standing near the door, pressed his sword against Jonas's neck. "Release my young lord!" one of the soldiers shouted, drawing his sword.

Uncle Moreels, with an indifferent expression