"I do not understand young Moller…" the Duke was still smiling calmly. However, to Clinton, that was just like the smile of a demon. Clinton shivered, the Duke must have planned everything, from letting that lieutenant offend him, to luring him into this place with a broken barrier.
The man was indeed very cunning and unkind.
"My father will not let you get away with this."
"The Duke is feeling ill," Duke Lucas said. "Rumor has it that he could not even stand. Are you telling me that those were all lies?"
"You know very well what is going on!"
"Do I?" Duke Lucas took a sip of his tea.
"Are you really going to sacrifice the lives of the people living in this town just for your own greed?"
"Greed?" Duke Lucas asked. "I don't understand."
