Lucas Silver Vs Nathan Cromwell
"Oh, he's done for!" one man commented, making a prayer sign as they watched Lucas Silver approach the old, frail-looking man who was now standing like a sword.
"I knew it, these nobles would find the silliest of reasons to make a commoner's life miserable," another person whispered quietly.
"Well, it's his fault. Why didn't he bow like the others?" one person sneered in disdain. "He deserves anything that'll happen to him."
"Sigh, how will the little girl get to her parents now?"
"Stop talking as if he'll kill him. At most, he'll only teach him a lesson."
Hearing the hushed whispers of the crowd, even the other nobles who were about to enter the coliseum stopped and looked in the direction Lucas was heading.
Cedric, the head of the Ironcrest noble household, narrowed his eyes as he stared at the old man that seemed familiar. Just a few seconds later, he recognized him.