By the time Viscount Elton arrived, Vidom City was on the verge of being surrounded.
Now that Viscount Elton had made up his mind to break out and seek aid from Robson, he naturally wouldn't linger in the city for long.
Once outside the city, it began to rain in Vidom County—perhaps even the Lord of Dawn was weeping over Viscount Elton's plight.
Rain spattered against Viscount Elton's face. The anger that had been there moments ago had vanished without a trace.
What anger? It was merely the composure of a seasoned actor.
There was no other choice. Count Sriphine had made it clear he would watch him die without lifting a finger, so Viscount Elton had to find another way out.
This way out was named Robson—also known as the Southern Faction.
Although Viscount Elton did not move in high circles and lacked great wisdom, he was cunning with age and possessed a fair bit of cleverness.
