"Hahaha... I'll be off first then."
"Those Heretics think about taking your life every day. The water you drink outside might be poisoned, and anyone you meet on the street could draw a knife to slash at you. Are you sure you want to go out?"
Lance's words thoroughly frightened the fat man, who quickly begged Lance for mercy.
"I don't want to die... Please, send someone to protect me quickly."
"I'll send you to a nice place. You'll probably see your father coming to fetch you soon."
Lance grinned, looking at Reynard to signal, "Send him to the sanatorium."
The fat man, however, was clueless about what a sanatorium was and said cheerfully, "When my father arrives, he will definitely reward you handsomely."
"Take him away." Lance waved his hand, an even brighter smile on his face.
Reynard understood the Lord's meaning and directly took the fat man away.
Watching the fat man being led away, the smile on Lance's face gradually disappeared.
