In the dimly lit basement, the atmosphere was solemn.
Count Schultz had hurried away, presumably to welcome the arrival of Archbishop Agani.
So only Colin and Lucien remained here, standing face to face.
"Sir Lucien, are you planning to kill me?"
Colin suddenly spoke, asking with a smile.
Lucien, however, did not answer. He just stared at Colin with a fierce gaze.
Facing the terror and pressure of a sixth-level warrior, Colin felt like a leaf adrift in a storm, as if he could capsize at any moment.
"You dare not kill me." Colin smiled confidently, showing no fear, "I'm not some insignificant figure. I'm a Viscount of the Empire, the guardian of the North Territory, and the husband of Duke St. Hilde. Ha ha, can the Schultz Family bear the consequences of killing me?"
Lucien was still silent, but Colin caught a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Colin gained some confidence and began to persuade, "I believe the Schultz Family understands my plight. Why not tell me the whole story?
