At this moment, the merchants personally witnessed the occurrence of a 'miracle.'
Someone had already lost their leather shoes, the merchants, gasping for breath, approached the manor, and even though they were mentally prepared, everyone still had their mouths agape, eyes wide with shock.
Oh, ideals...
Treasures! Treasures! Everything buried in the ruins is damn treasures!!
"I am the Lord's guest, let me in! Let me in!!"
The once arrogant Alliance merchants now had red eyes, clutching the glittering Bright Gold Coins, wishing they could grow wings to fly over the manor walls!
"Please leave, everyone."
Centurion Colin blocked the entrance of the manor, saying coldly, "The Lord has no intention of receiving guests today."
Under Ed's devilish training, the young man's face had completely lost its innocence and youthfulness, standing with his weapon at the ready, like a cold, hard rock.
"Then why can Charles and Old Dean stand inside?! They're outsiders too!"
