Benutt gritted his teeth and looked at Amleth with anger in his eyes. Even though the woman in front of him was terrifying and her status was even higher than that of a Duke, he was still a Marquis.
In the middle of a crowded place like this, his son was beaten like a dog, but he did not dare to protest, as his honor would be trampled.
Benutt took a deep breath, then placed a hand on his chest and said: "Lady Amleth, my son was seriously injured by them, can't I get some justice?"
"Even if you are…"
"Did I… allow you to speak?" Amleth's cold voice rang out again. She looked at Benutt like she was looking at a dead person, and this made him shiver.
Benutt was a bit shaken; he didn't think that a level 70 magician like him would be scared of a girl.
Everyone also clearly saw Benutt's arm, which was holding the magic staff, shaking. It was as if he was about to drop it.
