Chapter 74 Prelude to the Enraptured Dance - II

Chapter 74 Prelude to the Enraptured Dance - II

"Cease... cease support?" The baron looked blankly at Ansel, but the moment their eyes met, he dared not utter another word. He nodded vigorously, "Understood! I will immediately, immediately cease all support for that wretched village! All policies will also be cancelled!"

Ansel nodded and sighed lightly, "Seraphina has disappointed me somewhat. She needs to learn a lesson."

This clear indication made the nobles understand their next course of action. They had long been displeased with the rural commoners. If it weren't for Ansel's sake, why would they give so much to those troublemakers? Commoners should be gratefuI for their mere existence!

"Of course, there's no rush to do this," Ansel chuckled, "Let's give it... hmm... three or four days."

"Then, there's the next matter."

The sight of Gleipnir transforming into a crimson-black whip in Ansel's hand turned all the nobles pale.

"Over the course of our collaboration, I believe you all understand that I am a very easy person to get along with."

"A person who abides by the rules."

Ansel, looking down and caressing the cold, menacing edge of his weapon, spoke in a warm and passionate voice, as if he were your closest friend. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Don't make such a face, my noble bloodlines."

Ansel laughed happily, casually waving the whip in his hand, "I believe you all understand my principle — taking a life is a luxury to me."

"As long as one exists, they inevitably have value. To take a life is to desecrate and waste this value. I neither wish nor enjoy doing such a thing."

The nobles, of course, understood Ansel's character and style. Precisely because of this, they were even more terrified, utterly terrified.

But a very small number... some were too stingy, too stupid, thinking that Ansel was just talking, and really just casually dealt with it, letting the severe cold wave almost "clean up" the poor population of their territory.

"I regret this very much," Ansel sighed like this, "Count Stoneheart, do you think I should forgive them?"

The man sitting on Ansel's right laughed, "That depends on their sincerity. Your tolerance is not a cheap thing."

"Lord Hydral!"

Someone immediately knelt on the ground, knocking his head with a bang, "Forgive me... please forgive me! My property, my everything, I am willing to dedicate to you! Please forgive my stupidity, forgive my stupidity!"

The commoners under this nobleman probably wouldn't think that the beast who was domineering, despised people, and levied heavy taxes would kneel like a dog in front of a young man, begging for forgiveness in the most humble and unbearable posture.

Nobles always value their dignity, but what is dignity in the face of the terror brought by Hydral?

This young Hydral has proven himself. He used the death of the Count of Red Frost and the "value" of so many people to prove his majesty.

When necessary, he will be a perfect collaborator; when taboo is violated, he will be a devil you never want to face.

"Why be so humble, Baron Herewood?" Ansel looked down at him, his expression full of pity, "Do you see me as some extremely cruel, murderous devil in your eyes?"

If it's just extremely cruel, then we wouldn't be so afraid. But this sentence, Baron Herewood, and the other two nobles who also knelt down to beg for mercy, dared not say it.

"Let's do this."

Ansel stood up and said generously, "I am willing to give you a chance."

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