Hearing the footsteps, the butler turned around to see Lord Nicholas make his way to where he was, "You have done a wonderful job, Stanley," Nicholas praised his butler.
"I did just as you told me to, master."
"I think that will be all with Mr Wilford. Why don't you go attend the other guests we have while I have a little chat before I finish him off," Nicholas stated to see the butler bow and carry all his equipment with the help of cart to the next cell.
"Y-you can't do that!" Mr Wilford stuttered scared, blood spraying out of his mouth, "The council won't take it easy on you if they find you have killed me!"
"I am sure they won't mind if there's one person to care less. I am sure we have had our glory days and I appreciate the work you have done for me, after all once upon a time you did pass me the fresh blood from your livestock but what I don't appreciate is you keeping my lovely, future wife in your cell as a slave," the lord placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
