Pitiful Crimson Patriarch

It was a quiet night, and most of White River Valley's villagers were already asleep.

The man wearing a long gown was walking on the small village path, smiling.

He could hear peaceful breathing and heartbeats coming from the houses. These ignorant people probably never expected something untoward would happen tonight.

His sight focused on the castle in the distance. That guy called Marvin was truly reckless.

'Our Twin Snakes Cult has always been the one to snatch from others. But shockingly, this guy stole from me.'

'As a minor Baron, do you really think the Wizard Alliance will protect you?'

'All I asked of him was to look for suitable people to turn into followers. But that waste King Cobra couldn't even protect the Hidden Granary, making me still have to move personally.'

Killing intent flashed through the Crimson Patriarch's eyes.

Finding those eleven golden bulls was of utmost importance.