Just as Grue was half talking to himself and half deliberately "letting things slip" to calm his last loyal servant, someone knocked on the door of the small inn, giving the master and servant inside a fright.
"Who is it!"
A vaguely familiar voice came from outside the door.
"Liu Jin."
The two of them instantly tensed up, unable to guess the purpose of this man whose name was not well-known, yet who was actually an absolute power-holder in Nanxiang's Earldom. They couldn't tell whether he was friend or foe, whether he had come to offer some protection, or to kill them and silence them.
After all, just before he blacked out, a thought had flashed through Grue's mind: this pitiful Viscount had unfortunately been dragged into the dispute between the two Earls. His being crushed until not even his bones remained would be nothing more than a minor compromise and利益 trade-off between the two Earls.
