"Yikes, that was a brutal death…"
Annan smacked his lips with relish.
He was now in Roth Fort, watching a live stream while guarding a corpse.
Salvatore had already gone to sleep—his active hours were limited, and he couldn't afford to first take Annan for a tour of the corpse exhibition to establish authority before catching up on sleep during the day…He was already severely sleep-deprived and had to sleep by three in the morning.
So Annan could only follow him and stay, for the time being, in the viscount's mansion at Roth Fort.
While Salvatore went to sleep, Annan accompanied the Lord Viscount through the night.
—And incidentally watched a live stream of a horror game.
Although the exterior was scorched black, the Viscount's mansion was large enough that living inside wasn't a problem.
With one hammer blow, the boy god turned into boy paste.
And the death effect was particularly shocking—
