A Gift from Kant
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A strange atmosphere filled the hall.
However, it was unusually quiet.
The dozen or so burly men who had just entered subconsciously glanced at each other.
Fear filled their eyes.
The calm sitting posture of the five Sarrandian Horsemen and the fact that Kant's words could so easily make them so obedient particularly made them secretly clicked their tongues.
Such elite level discipline was nowhere to be seen in their remote and barren northern county.
The scene remained quiet.
Kant did not continue to say anything else.
He sat in his chair, together with Manid and the five Sarrandian Horsemen, on the seats for the guests.
After all, they were guests, to begin with.
"Ahem."
A dry cough sounded outside the door.
Baron Dylan walked in with the butler.