Justin Knecht suddenly lifted his head, his expression grave as he looked out the window.
The pupils of his eyes swirled with a strange pale red luminescence, reflecting a pattern similar to a reticle.
"What's wrong, Justin?"
Viscount Barber raised his head, uttering a deep and hoarse voice, "Has the outcome been decided?"
After a moment, Justin came back to his senses and nodded at the old viscount.
"Yes, my lord."
He said solemnly, "Gerald is dead. And those two are hardly injured."
"Oh, unfortunate."
Viscount Barber indifferently nodded, lightly grunting, "Then keep watching."
He then lowered his head, seemingly unconcerned as he continued to chew his food slowly.
He was hunched over, his lean body showcasing a spine that protruded like thorns, his arms and thighs were so gaunt they resembled skeletons, skin sagging loosely on his bones. Within the deep recesses of his eye sockets, his eyes were cloudy and devoid of emotion.
