"Damn it! I am the Lord of Hamlet!" When had the fat man ever suffered such an insult? This, coupled with the extreme emotions transformed from the inferiority complex of being looked down upon by others, completely set him off.
"Knights, take him down! I'll show him how formidable I am!"
The fat man pointed at Dismas, shouting furiously at Reynard.
But there was only silence; no one responded to him. The field fell into an eerie silence.
In his view, the astonished expressions on the soldiers' faces were a sign of reverence for his identity—he was a Noble, after all!
The silence of the soldiers was indeed largely due to the shock of his claim to be the Heir. But this didn't mean the soldiers were afraid. On the contrary, it was the beginning of their anger.
This guy actually dared to impersonate the Lord and was running wild here.
"This is blasphemy!"
"Kill him!"
"Hang his head in the square!"
