Barnes Village gate.
Viscount Lancelot stood by the gate with his soldiers, waiting.
Through the gate, Viscount Lancelot could almost feel the cold desolation of Barnes Village.
Seeing this, Viscount Lancelot felt slightly uneasy.
After all, he had just returned from the bustling Hope Village half a day ago.
Especially at night, Hope Village was even more bustling, naturally resplendent with bright lights.
Barnes Village really had declined!
Viscount Lancelot lamented, yet a hint of a smile flickered deep in his eyes.
Don't blame him for taking joy in their disaster; it was indeed because Viscount Robin of Barnes Village was too arrogant, forcing himself into his current predicament.
Speaking of which, he really should thank him. It was due to his precedent that he always reminded himself not to be too greedy or too prideful.
As Viscount Lancelot's thoughts were in turmoil, he saw Viscount Robin hurriedly approaching with his people.
