The guards didn't give them much time to linger, directly leading them into the castle, ascending all the way to the banquet hall on the third floor.

A young figure sat in a high position, his presence calm as water.

That was Louis, younger and more handsome than they had imagined.

Vera had a flash of jealousy and malice in her eyes, but outwardly she wore a full smile, just about to exchange pleasantries.

But before she could speak, she heard a guard say, "Attack!"

Almost simultaneously, over a dozen Red Tide Elite Knights burst out from within the hall, the roof, and the surroundings, moving as swiftly as beasts long poised to strike.

The female leader's heart tightened sharply, instinctively reaching for the dagger hidden at her waist.

However, just as her hand touched the hilt, her left wrist suddenly throbbed with pain!

It turned out a short sword flashed coldly, accurately hitting her hand joint, rendering her entire arm numb.

At the same time, three elite knights pounced from left and right, knees heavily pressing against her rear knee joints, throwing her completely off balance and pinning her to the ground.

Another Snow Swearer was also unwilling to be outdone, struggling with a low roar, but just as he moved, a hand strike hit his neck, rendering him limp on the floor.

As for Vera, he didn't even have time to speak before his wrist was twisted with a cracking sound, being pressed directly against the cold stone floor, unable to move.

In just three seconds, the three were completely subdued, kneeling before Louis.

Pinned to the ground, Vera gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Lord Louis! I'm here to give you a gift! A big gift, right outside the city! Why are you doing this to me?!"

The voice echoed in the empty meeting hall, sharp with a tinge of hysteria.

Louis looked down at him, smiling faintly, "A gift? Do you mean... those thirty or so Snow Swearers?"

At these words, Vera's heart clenched hard, his face turning ghastly pale.

Louis continued unhurriedly, "Don't worry, I've already received them. But my knights personally went to collect, no need for you to deliver it by hand."

Those simple words pierced Vera's heart like knives.

He could no longer maintain his composure, his pupils contracting violently, and he asked in a trembling voice, "How, how could it be...?"

He subconsciously looked towards the female leader of the Snow Swearers, suspecting it was a betrayal from their side.

The female leader also looked at him coldly, eyes full of mockery and suspicion.

The scene was momentarily frozen.

Louis leaned back in his high-backed chair, smiling slightly, "Don't guess, it was the Dragon Ancestor who told me in a dream yesterday."

Vera froze in place, his mind buzzing.

He quickly realized that the Snow Swearers were already wiped out.

Otherwise, Louis wouldn't be here chatting and laughing with them.

Shaking, he hurriedly knelt, kowtowing heavily, "Lord Louis, Lord Governor, spare me! I was coerced! I deliberately led the Snow Swearers into the trap, truly! I am loyal to you!"

Before he finished, Louis waved his hand, "Gag him, too noisy."

The Red Tide Knight stepped forward, grabbing Vera's hair and roughly stuffing a cloth into his mouth.

The meeting hall finally returned to quiet.

Louis then turned, looking at the cold and beautiful female leader, "I want to ask you something, if you answer, I might let you go."

The female leader stared at him coldly, saying nothing.

Louis wasn't angered, asking the question he'd been wanting to know, "What exactly are you Snow Swearers sacrificing to?"

The air seemed to freeze.

Shock flashed in the female leader's eyes, but she remained silent.

Louis waited a few seconds, then slowly stood up, tidying his sleeves.

"Seems you won't answer either," he said lightly, as if finalizing a verdict, "Drag them all outside and execute them. Don't dirty the newly renovated castle."

The knights respectfully complied, beginning to drag the three.

Vera's legs struggled wildly, leaving marks on the ground as he was dragged.

He tried to make a plea for mercy, but his mouth was blocked, leaving him to only helplessly gaze at Louis.

But Louis didn't look at him, only turning to look at the scenery outside the window.

Alas, Master Calvin was kind-hearted and couldn't bear these things.

The three were quickly dragged out and taken outside the castle.

Blood splattered on the frozen ground, and after a brief scream, the world returned to silence.

Having dealt with this little farce, Louis decided to personally check on the capture of the Fire-backed Turtle to prevent any mishaps halfway.

However, he still felt a bit regretful, as he had originally wanted to extract intelligence from the Snow Swearer female leader, but unfortunately, he failed.

The intelligence system occasionally had information about nobility being taken as sacrifices by the Snow Swearers, but the goals of the sacrifices were never detailed.

Louis had always been curious about this, but alas, he couldn't find out this time either.

"Oh well, perhaps next time I encounter the Snow Swearers," Louis sighed slightly, stepping forward toward the capture area of the Fire-backed Turtle.

But just a few steps out of the castle, he saw Lambert hurriedly approaching with a group of people.

And upon closer inspection, it turned out to be those noble captives.

Leading them was Viscount Fos.

Seeing Louis appear, these disheveled nobles hurriedly knelt, grateful and repeatedly shouting, "Thank you, lord, for the lifesaving grace!"

Louis frowned, not expecting this group to be directly captured by the Snow Swearers and, moreover, not one died.

It was somewhat troublesome, but fortunately not much.

He casually ordered, "Just deal with them."

As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The faces of the captured nobles instantly lost all color.

Some turned pale, kneeling and desperately kowtowing for mercy.

Some shouted angrily, cursing Louis with their status and titles.

And others just stared blankly at Louis, eyes filled with disbelief.

They simply couldn't comprehend that this young lord would really say such a thing.

They thought they misheard.

But Louis had already stepped away, taking a few more steps before suddenly stopping.

Viscount Fos's eyes lit up, thinking Louis was merely scaring them, wanting to see them make a fool of themselves.

This Southern Barbarian was very wicked.

But in the next moment, Louis said blandly, "Oh, and clean it up well, make it look like the Snow Swearers did it."

The words were as calm as asking a cook to kill a chicken.

The nobles finally understood.

Louis wasn't joking, not trying to intimidate them; he truly wanted them dead, as if the lives of these nobles were worthless.

He! How dare he!

Despair washed over their faces like a tidal wave.

Some collapsed to the ground, endlessly pleading, while others cursed madly...

Lambert nodded, saying, "As you command, I will handle it well!"

So behind Louis, the sound of intermittent screams soon rose.

Alas, Master Calvin was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to hear these things.

He quickened his pace.

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