It was a slender knife. The muck and bloodstains on its body had dried, presenting a dark red color.
As K clenched his fingers, the sharp blade sliced into his skin.
There was blood, fresh blood, trickling down the blade.
Drop by drop, it fell on the parched African earth, staining the dry land a reddish-brown color.
"I swear on my blood, I will avenge you!"
K slowly squatted, stabbing the slender knife violently into the soil.
The slender knife sank deep into the soil, all the way up to the hilt.
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Count's residence.
The study room.
Lucas Walker captured Ivana Bennett's last chess piece, "Ivana, you've lost!"
"Hmph!" Ivana Bennett pursed her lips, unwilling to accept defeat. She leaned closer, pecked him on the cheek, and said, "Let's not play this anymore, let's switch to another game. I'm not good at international chess, let's… play Chinese chess."
Lucas Walker curled up his lip, "But I don't have any chess pieces."
"Do you know how to play?" Ivana asked.
