The count's eyes widened. He looked at the man in the uniform with alarm when he heard the change in voice.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" he shouted out loud. "Guards, knights! Come here at once." but before he could scream again, Cotlin was standing beside him with his sword on the count's neck. The count could feel the cold and sharp metal. It made him stop breathing for a second.
"I wish I could kill you but the honor belongs to someone else." Cotlin whispered softly, feeling pity that he could not do the task. "But if you do not comply with me, I might change my mind and take the task to myself." to prove his point, he inched the sword closer. The soft skin started to bleed instantly making him quiver in fright.
But he did not dare to move even an inch. The sword was pointed and sharp.
"What do you need? If it is wealth you desire.."
