"What are you spouting?" The steward of the Duke of Durelph's estate looked at Scarface with haughty eyes, "The Duke has never known anything about the reserve grains!
"This is the Duke's territory, you'd better leave quickly, or wait for the troops to come and arrest you all!"
Immediately, a spy from the Police Affairs Department turned his head to the crowd and shouted:
"Did you hear that? They're guilty and now they threaten to have the troops take us!"
An incensed roar erupted from the crowd of over a thousand demonstrators:
"Beat up this noble's lackey!"
"Don't waste words with him, let's go in and retrieve our grains!"
"Everybody rush in!"
The steward was startled by the ferocity of the crowd; he only had ten guns, and should the rioters surge forward, the manor's guards would stand no chance of resisting.
He hid his trembling hands behind his back and said with fierce bravado:
"You dare to threaten a noble, that's a serious crime!"
