CHAPTER 612: Stir Up the storm

Gwyneth’s mind was still immersed in the previous massacre. The bloody scene repeatedly echoed in her mind. She couldn’t help but clench her fists whenever she thought of the faces of the children who had fallen in the pool of blood, there was a kind of regret but there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t help but be startled when she heard Dudian call her. She looked up and saw the dark eyes of Dudian. Her heart shivered and the doubt in her eyes quickly disappeared, she nodded: “Yes, Young Master.”

She glanced at the two people lying in front of Dudian. There was a trace of coldness in her eyes. If these people didn’t provoke Dudian, those innocent servants and children wouldn’t have died!

She had no good impression of the nobles since she was framed in prison. She coldly said: “Young Master, as far as I know, all the nobles in the outer wall are servants who were expelled from the inner wall.”