As he listened to the utterly unfamiliar language, Pres already had his answer. At this moment, however, he had resigned himself to being a puppet on strings—no matter what information they wanted from him, he would answer truthfully without hesitation.
The actions of these two had already shown that they were not the sort to slaughter innocents. As long as he obeyed and cooperated properly, he would surely survive.
As for his dead son, sheltered by his mother, he had committed many cruel deeds in the past. Pres had never liked him anyway. Dead was dead; Pres was still in his prime and could have more children.
Suddenly, the previously clear sky darkened as black clouds rapidly gathered.
Velin could not help raising his head. Staring at the gradually darkening clouds, he asked in a low voice, "Could this unusual disturbance have been caused by my uncle-in-law?"
Kyle looked at the changes in the sky and nodded. "Your guess is correct, my lord. The sudden celestial phenomenon is indeed the result of interference from the Demiplane's chaotic consciousness. Lord O'dor is probably making some major move over there."
Velin withdrew his gaze and said, "My uncle-in-law is busy searching for the Demiplane Heart. We cannot slack off either. We need to pick up the pace."
Kyle's eyes flickered as he looked at his lord and nodded slightly.
"Which direction is the center of the Besimer Count Territory?"
"Two hundred kilometers to the southwest," Pres answered respectfully.
Having obtained the information he wanted, Velin did not linger any longer and had Kyle take him to the center of the Count's Territory.
As for what to do with these surviving descendants of Grantham, it would not be too late to decide after they obtained the Demiplane Heart.
Half an hour later, a