Painless

A shiver ran down his spine when Adam's gaze fell on the guillotine. He could feel a tangible chill emanating from the blade.

This instrument of death emanated a natural and suffocating aura of death that made anyone who gazed at it look away immediately.

Adam then turned his head in a certain direction, his eyes flashing with nervousness.

Has he still not arrived?

The next moment, Morden yanked the rope tied to the youth's neck, causing him to choke intensely. "There's no one coming to save you, boy!" He then came closer and coldly whispered, "Not even your teacher."

Adam's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the middle-aged man. For the first time, there seemed to be a ripple of emotion forming in his dark pupils.

Morden astutely noticed this and muttered with a maniacal grin, "That's right! You thought Lord Berger could save you?"

The youth deeply looked into the man's eyes and then lowered his head.