Shawn glanced a few times and lost interest. Brand, who was skilled at reading people's moods, seemed to realize the nobleman enjoyed appreciating these scenes and eagerly led the way saying, "Please follow me."
In a room around the corner, Shawn heard painful groans.
Brand deftly opened a hidden compartment and whispered, "These are untrained female slaves, although not yet tame, some nobles enjoy their wildness."
Shawn saw the torture devices inside the room, a stout man with a large belly was brutally attacking a slave covered in bruises.
He slightly squinted his eyes, a trace of murderous intent inadvertently flashed in his gaze.
There were too few killings yesterday.
The next room made Shawn a little nauseous; an elegantly dressed old man was accompanied by a handsome young boy who, judging by his attire, looked somewhat like a priest.
Every hidden room here seemed to have a corresponding theme. As they passed one room, Shawn's nose twitched, perceiving something.
