Outside the somewhat desolate tower.
Fully armed, old Charles silently watched the trembling guards.
They looked rather at a loss. Perhaps someone had secretly gone to inform his ambitious son; perhaps someone had begun secretly repenting for their past crimes... But he did not care.
He knew—and only he himself knew—the source of all the evil behind this.
"It is time to cut out that cancer..."
Steady as ever, he began equipping himself with all manner of gear. Tattooed Warriors did not rely solely on the power of ancestral tattoos. In truth, as an old warrior of many years, Charles understood better than anyone the value of equipment.
Take his Ancestor Battle Axe, for instance. Even among legends, it was an exceptionally formidable weapon. Unfortunately, the Sai Ba Long Family had not produced a legendary figure in many years, so it seemed to have gathered a layer of dust over time.
It was time for the glory of the ancestors to shine once more upon this barren yet unyielding land.
Charles scratched his neck, pulled a fat worm out from behind his hair, casually crushed it to death, then stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it up.
The guards beside him trembled all over, seemingly terrified that they too would be eaten by Charles as casually as that fat worm.
"What are you still standing around for?"
"Go into the city. Help however much you can!"
Charles roared in a low voice.
The captain of the guards gritted his teeth. "But most of the people in the manor..."
"I have no time to care which side you have chosen." The old man looked coldly at these clansmen who had silently sided with Barnes.
What he cared about was something far more important.
"Go on your own. Go wherever you