Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Viscount Samuel wailed and roared wildly.

He was like a crazy beast.

The most powerful and powerful ruler in the territory had lost his son.

He rushed into this house crazily and touched the broken flesh and fragments on the ground. He could not even cry and could only howl. That was his son.

Everyone was silent. No one dared to go forward or approach.

Then, an endless coldness seeped out of his bones.

The people present were all elites of the Glory Sand Castle. They took the salary and food given by the Viscount and served him. They obeyed the Viscount more than the Emperor. As long as it was the Viscount's enemy, they would not hesitate to destroy it. Be it the Goethe or the Cathayan, they did not care.

They were already used to following orders, even killing and setting fires. They never hesitated or feared.

However, now, looking at all of this, they felt deep fear.

From the beginning to the end, most of them did not fight that Cathayan head-on, but just looking at all of this and hearing what he had done before made them feel waves of fear.

Was the person who could do all this really the so-called clown despised by the viscount and the young master?

Silent fear quietly spread in everyone's hearts.

Vicious enemies were actually not the most terrifying.

This was because that cruelty and bloodthirstiness were displayed outside, seen by everyone, and could be prepared.

The truly terrifying ones were those unpredictable enemies.

Just like this clown.

Everyone thought that he would be scared out of his wits after escaping and would definitely not dare to return.

However, he had returned, and he had run away last night. He would return today.

Everyone thought that he had killed a few people and caused a scene only to cause destruction and vent his anger before carrying out a vicious plan.

However, he rushed into the castle and kidnapped the young master.

Everyone thought that he would immediately plot to threaten the Viscount after kidnapping the young master.

However, he immediately returned to the castle and kidnapped the butler.

Everyone thought that he sent the letter to negotiate or set a trap for the viscount.

However, he did not set up the Viscount. Instead, he directly blew up the young master, Lynch, in front of him.

In fact, everyone thought that after killing Young Master Lynch and causing the viscount to fall into madness, the clown would immediately launch a surprise attack and attack the viscount who was howling in despair. Therefore, they were vigilant and wary, guarding against an attack that the other party could launch at any time as if facing a great enemy…

—But the clown had never appeared.

They did not know what the clown's next step was.

—Because every step he took was unexpected.

However, they also knew what the clown wanted to do in the end.

He wanted to kill everyone…

For a moment, the knights and soldiers of the Glory Sand Viscounty were silent and felt cold all over. In this area, only Viscount Samuel's cries sounded.

From the beginning to the end, they did not face that clown.

However, the broken corpses on the dock, the knights who were burned alive in the town, the eldest daughter who was frightened into chaos by the two surprise attacks on the Glory Sand Castle, the missing butler, and the shattered Young Master Lynch.

All of this was known, spread, remembered, and feared by everyone.

Everything turned into an illusory and huge demon shadow that sent an ultimatum to everyone.

He was about to arrive.

They would wait and be filled with fear.

This was… the clown.

The viscount howled angrily and pulled out his sword. His battle aura surged as he slashed and slashed desperately. The entire house was covered in wounds from his slashes, and he looked like a lunatic.

In the end, when the sword left his hand, he sat on the ground weakly and cried out like a wild beast.

He knelt down, took off his wide robe, and slowly gathered the scattered flesh and blood on the ground.

This was his son. He could not die here. He had to be buried in the cemetery with his ancestors.

'Sleep well, Lynch, my son.'

'In front of your tombstone, I'll cut that clown into pieces bit by bit!'

He cleaned up his son's broken bones bit by bit. His eyes were red and his expression was twisted. He lay on the ground without caring about his bearing and carefully lifted the fragments of his son from the ground. He did it very carefully, just like when his son was first born. He gently touched Lynch's wrinkled skin and slowly wiped it with clear water.

He thought of this obedient child's voice and smile.

He was so smart and witty, unlike the arrogant eldest son who had become indifferent after going to the capital. Lynch was obedient and learned things quickly. In his heart, he was the most suitable heir.

But now, he was dead.

He had to make the murderer pay the price!

It took Samuel a long time to wrap his son in his clothes.

How gentle and exquisite he was when he packed his son's corpse was how terrifying and ferocious he was now. He held a sword in one hand and the heavy bag of flesh in the other as he stepped out of the ruins after the explosion.

"Pass down my orders!"

He said sternly, "Order the military camp to ring the bell and summon all the militia reserves. I want the arrest warrant to be plastered all over Glory Sand and the entire town to search for the Cathayan! Tell those lowly commoners that as long as they can provide relevant…"

As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier suddenly stammered, "Lord… Lord! Look!"

A ferocious glint flashed through Samuel's eyes. He was about to flare up, but his eyes had already subconsciously looked in the direction the other party was pointing. Then, he saw thick smoke billowing and heard a cry of surprise in the distance.

In that direction…

The knight beside him muttered, "It seems to be a military camp…"

Samuel's vision darkened. He felt that his head had also been ignited by this fire. He roared, "Put out the fire! Hurry!"

They quickly arrived at the military camp.

The flames soared into the sky. The people nearby held buckets to put out the fire, but it was useless.

In order to maintain law and order, resist bandits, and respond to the call of the country, the Viscount Territory maintained a standing army all year round. They were usually stationed in the military camp and had many missions.

Now, the fire spread.

The military camp that the viscount had spent a large amount of money and effort to build had already been burned to the ground. He could even hear hoarse screams coming from inside. The soldiers who had finished their shift last night and were resting inside, the military rations they had accumulated, the weapons in the warehouse, and everything else had turned to ashes.

Without a doubt, the clown had come here.

The guards on the four-cornered watchtower were all silently killed by the cold arrows. The arrows were pulled away, leaving only a ferocious bloody hole in their necks. Looking at the wound, it was an arrowhead that they had never seen before and was not exclusive to the continent.

The viscount thought of the strange vehicle that had been burned to an empty shelf in the town, the "iron horse" that the guards of the manor had mentioned, the explosive prop that had killed Lynch, and the terrifying weapon that had killed the knights last night.

—Where did this Cathayan get so many things?

His body could not help but tremble. The anger in his heart could not be described in words. How many times had it been? How many times had it been?! This d*mned clown! Pariah! Bastard!"

The knight who rushed over shouted, "Sir, I'll bring people to put out the fire!"

"What for!" Samuel roared.

The storeroom and barracks had almost been burned. The soldiers had suffered heavy losses and their weapons had turned to ashes. This fire was like burning the viscount's old face. Although those commoners were stupid, they were sometimes smarter and more cunning than anyone else. After seeing all this and experiencing what happened last night, even if there was a huge reward, how many people were willing to respond and gather? How many people were willing to work for this reward?

The surrounding walls were made of bricks and were fireproof. When everything that should be burned was burned, it would be fine.

He strode back angrily.

The lowly commoners could not be trusted, so he would go to find mercenaries! He would go to the nearby cities to hire more mercenaries!

The viscount returned to the Glory Sand Manor.

He wanted to open the secret treasure room under the manor and take out the wealth he had accumulated over the years. He wanted to take out the potions, equipment, and treasures he had bought with a large sum of money. He wanted to kill that clown at all costs! He had to!

The servants and guards in the manor only watched the ferocious-looking lord rush back and ignored anyone. They looked at each other and felt uneasy.

This uneasiness quickly became reality.

Everyone in the manor heard the crazy roar of the lord who had lost his mind. Like a crazy bull, the elegant and wise Viscount Samuel, who had always had a good upbringing, spat out insults that were even more vulgar and dirty than hooligans. Everyone heard it clearly and kept silent.

After opening the layers of iron doors and opening the magic lock with the blood mark, Viscount Samuel saw the empty treasure room. All the gold coins, all the treasures, the priceless St. Kenny Armor, the Radiant Cross blessed by a cardinal, the Greatsword of the Deathchaser, the Needle of Kaus, the shockingly high concentration of holy water, the various high-level potions produced by the elves… and so on.

They were all gone.

These things did not disappear into thin air. A huge hole opened in the hard rigid stone wall of the treasure room. The deep hole was like a gaping mouth that revealed endless mockery to him.

There were deep drag marks on the ground and even the entrance of the cave.

The viscount was furious. He raised his sword and wanted to pursue it, but everything the clown did was reflected in his mind. With that bastard's style, there must be all kinds of dangerous traps in this tunnel.

In the end, Samuel did not dare to chase after him.

Explosions, fire, and all kinds of strange items. He had already seen them.

If he chased after it, the clown would most likely have a way to blow up this tunnel.

He did not dare to gamble.

He did not dare to pursue it, but he became even more manic and resentful. This was called incompetence and anger.

All kinds of frustrations continuously tortured him. His son was dead, and the family's many years of savings had been swept away. In fact, the other party had publicly left traces of a crime, but he actually did not dare to pursue it.

He could only roar like a lunatic, curse angrily, and order everyone to search every corner and room of the manor. He knocked on the ground, searched, and searched to prevent this despicable clown from digging more tunnels.

However, he did not find anything.

Near noon, during this crazy search, another piece of bad news came.

The townspeople saw a carriage slowly drive into the town.

The coachman was a burly man in leather armor. His head had been cut open, and his brain had already flowed out.

Some villagers boldly lifted the curtain of the carriage. The eight people inside were all dead. There were huge bloody holes in the carriage and their bodies. Their faces were filled with pain and surprise and they died with remaining grievances.

The identity of the deceased was quickly confirmed.

The Evil Eagle Mercenary Team was the mercenaries that the viscount had ordered to gather in the nearby city last night. They had cooperated with the viscount many times in satisfaction and did some dirty work for him.

Now, they were dead.

Moreover, looking at the corpses… they did not have time to react before they died.

After receiving the news, the viscount was first silent, then he went crazy again.

He understood.

Hiring mercenaries in the treasure room was very secretive.

The Cathayan would not know.

However, one person knew.

The butler who had been captured.

In other words…

The butler had betrayed him.

He was captured and revealed these secrets.

There were even… more secrets exposed in that case.

After one blow after another, his son was killed, his wealth was seized, and his trusted aide betrayed him.

In just a day.

Last night, he was still arrogant and calm as he commanded the killing, chasing that Cathayan away.

It was only one night, just one night…

He howled. He was in pain. He was crazy. He was broken.

"Men! Men! Pass down my orders! Call Lost back! Tell him to come back! Call back all the soldiers and knights patrolling outside! Go quickly!"

Just one bad day could make someone go crazy.

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