Chapter 1928: Strength
Trieze and El-Elf had meticulously prepared a grand performance for everyone at the reception. Just as Barnes escorted Trieze into the venue, countless fully armed soldiers emerged from every corner of the estate, tightly surrounding the entire property and establishing an exceptionally strict defensive perimeter, both inward and outward.
In an instant, the estate went from joyous celebration to panic. Everyone, no matter where they had been, was dragged out and driven into the reception hall. Trieze stood at the top of the spiral staircase in the hall, looking coldly down at the people below, who had no idea what was happening and wore expressions of terror or fury.
Quite a few people spotted Trieze standing above them. Some even angrily shoved away the soldiers in front of them, pointed at Trieze, and cursed, "Trieze, what are you doing?! Call these soldiers off right now! Are you trying to make enemies of all of us?!"
Trieze did not respond to the man who had stepped forward. He merely waved his hand lightly. After a gunshot rang out, the man who had still been shouting curses clutched his chest in disbelief and fell to the floor. Until his death, he did not understand why Trieze had done it, nor could he believe that he would die just like that.
The gunshot and spraying blood made the already chaotic hall seem even more absurd. Some began trembling, some could not stop themselves from screaming, some tried to retreat, and some stared in utter disbelief. But at that moment, every voice cursing Trieze vanished.
Trieze descended the stairs unhurriedly, picked up a wineglass and a spoon, then lightly tapped the glass twice with the spoon. Every movement was the very model of aristocratic elegance. Smiling at the crowd that had