"Don't listen to his bewitchment, kill him, I won't blame any of you," a noble who had been injured on the ground hysterically shouted, "Kill him, quickly kill him, he's a demon that seduces the people's hearts."
"Heh!" Duge chuckled lightly and looked at him, "You've been so seriously injured, you might be disabled for life, are you really willing to let them go?"
At those words, the man was at a loss for words, but quickly regained his composure and said through clenched teeth, "As long as you, this demon, can be killed, I am naturally willing."
"Insincere words," Duge snorted, "Those who don't listen to the wise will suffer in front of them. Whosoever is his protector, if you let him live and he returns, you will be the ones who suffer."
Before he had finished speaking.
The guard next to the noble drew his sword and, amidst the noble's horrified gaze, cut off his head with red eyes and a hoarse voice, saying, "Young master, I'll cooperate with you."
