Inside the First Army headquarters of the Fifteenth Army, Morlet sat upright in the seat of honor. After hearing his subordinate's report, he said, "Bring those two men and come with me to see the legion commander."
"Yes, General."
The Low-Gold Warrior answered respectfully, then turned and signaled for the officer and several soldiers to escort the two criminals after them.
As they walked down the avenue, listening to the night wind, the young warrior watched the City Lord's Mansion loom ever larger before his eyes, and a trace of unease rose in his heart.
"Don't worry. You've rendered such great merit that, if nothing else, a mid-level Warrior Breathing Method is definitely yours." The Low-Silver Tier Warrior fell back a few steps, came to the young warrior's side, and spoke quietly.
"Uncle, I understand."
The young warrior steadied himself, lowered his head slightly, looked at the road beneath his feet, and continued forward one step at a time.
Within the group, the bound middle-aged officer repeatedly tried to activate his hidden means and kill himself, but every wisp of shadow power he gathered was absorbed by the chains around him.
"Don't waste your strength. Enjoy what little remains of your life." The Shadow Assassin watched the middle-aged officer's actions and spoke coldly.
"I'll die, but do you think you'll survive?" The middle-aged officer turned to the likewise-bound Shadow Assassin, his eyes filled with resentment.
Upon hearing the middle-aged officer's words, the Shadow Assassin withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.
Given Lord Kyle's habits, if this man did not immediately confess everything he knew, his soul would certainly be tortured. As for whether he could enter the River Styx or return to the god he worshipped, that would depend on Lord Kyle's mood.
In short, this fellow would not