Claire walked towards the remaining two dazed cooks.
"Where's the farm owner?"
The cooks snapped awake, seemingly ready to roar fiercely at her.
Bang—
Claire waved her hand, a wild wind spread out, turning into a breeze that gently brushed Lu Li's sticky fur not far behind.
The cook with her torso erased collapsed backward, brown-yellow fat trembling on the torn cross-section.
"Where's the farm owner?"
Claire turned to the last cook.
"...Grr..."
The cook mumbled timidly in a language no one understood.
This time, Claire controlled her strength a bit, making the cook's chest cave in without shattering everywhere.
"We can't understand it." Claire shook off the bloodstains on her hand in disgust, listening to the sounds outside the kitchen, she said to Lu Li, "No one discovered us, the assassination was successful."
"Can't you directly deal with the Viscount?"
Black cat pupils reflected Claire wrapping bandages around her hands, her body surging with powerful energy.
