"All right, my brothers and sisters have worked hard all day, and we even cleared away the stain you carried. It's getting late now—aren't you going to let us stay here and rest our feet?"
Chen Cheng flashed a mouthful of gleaming white teeth, but his eyes kept drifting toward Martin's neck.
Martin, who was highly sensitive to killing intent, felt a chill run over his neck. He immediately pointed at the lord beside him.
"Please don't make things difficult for me, sir. This man is the true master here. He must agree first."
Chen Cheng chuckled.
"If I didn't hear wrong just now, you said you'd paid for this place. So why are you dragging him into it now that I'm asking you to show a little charity to my brothers and sisters?"
As he spoke, Noah and the others understood Chen Cheng's intentions. They each weighed the weapons in their hands, their gazes intentionally or unintentionally drifting toward the places in town where people lay in ambush within the shadows.
Martin saw that this matter would not end well today, so he could only say with a bitter face.
"Then please do not disdain it, sir."
He then looked at the old steward.
"Hurry up and arrange guest rooms for these lords to rest."
The old steward was loyal enough that he still looked toward his original lord, wanting to hear what he had to say.
That pot-bellied fellow had long been silently praying that no one would mention him. Now that everyone was looking at him, he cursed the steward inwardly for being so tactless, then pointed at him.
"What are you looking at me for? The castle belongs to Martin and these lords now. Do whatever they tell you."
Afterward, the man turned toward Chen Cheng