You Die, I Die, They Die!

The Minotaur Butler followed Landen into the Lord's office and saw Aila, who was already waiting there, at first glance.

He was still wearing the same hooded robe as before, but the chains on his hands and feet had been removed. In fact, these chains had been removed after the group of hobgoblins was successfully captured, but looking at him, the Minotaur Butler still found him extremely unsightly.

Landen returned to his swivel chair and sat down. His gaze first fell on the Minotaur Butler, then shifted to Aila, lingered for a moment, and then he spoke, "I've always thought of myself as a rather magnanimous and benevolent lord. Do you two feel that way?"

Obviously, he didn't intend for them to answer, but continued, "Of course, magnanimity and benevolence don't mean foolishness, so there are some things I still need to pursue, for example, my deep coma."

The Minotaur Butler's expression changed drastically. Although Aila couldn't see his expression, the robe covering it visibly trembled, indicating his surprise.

"I know you want to say something, but listen to me first." Landen waved his hand. The Minotaur Butler could only close his already gaping mouth, and Aila also lowered his hand.

"I've always liked to get straight to the point, so I won't waste any more words this time." Landen leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, hands clasped, and supporting his chin with the back of his hands. He lowered his head slightly, looking at the two people opposite him from above his eyes.

It had to be said that this posture, often seen in movies and TV shows, especially when interrogating criminals, was indeed unusual. As soon as he struck this pose, Landen noticed that the Minotaur Butler's bull face stiffened even more, clearly suppressed by the imposing aura emanating from his posture.

"The reason I called you two here is very simple, and you should know it yourselves." Landen maintained this "very imposing and authoritative" posture and said calmly, "The Corona Ginger Juice was brewed by Aila, and then, Old Niu, you served it to me. You two were the only ones who came into contact with it throughout the entire process."

"The Corona Ginger Juice itself is naturally fine. The problem is, what you brewed might not have been Corona Ginger Juice at all." Landen raised a hand and pointed at Aila.

"Or, you added something else to it while you were serving it to me." He then pointed at the Minotaur Butler.

"So, is anyone going to step forward and admit their mistake?" Landen asked.

"I... I..." As soon as Landen's words fell, Aila suddenly raised his hand, but stammered incoherently.

"So, are you trying to admit that my near-death experience was because of you?" Landen continued to ask, leaning forward slightly again. The clothes on his arm were slightly stretched by his muscles, as if he had accumulated strength and was ready to rush out from behind the desk at any moment.

Although they didn't understand the meaning of "near-death experience," they understood the meaning of Landen's entire sentence, and their reactions followed.

"No! No, Lord, I... I wanted to say that the Corona Ginger Juice I brewed is absolutely fine. I swear, I swear to my Lord Oghma!" Aila hastily raised one hand to shoulder level, forming a special gesture with his fingers, and said solemnly.

"Oh, so you're a follower of the God of Knowledge. That's a very sincere oath. Should I believe you?" Landen said, but his gaze was fixed on the Minotaur Butler beside him.

To say he was looking was inaccurate, because Landen's gaze was like a knife, piercing and fixed on the Minotaur Butler's face.

Silence.

After a long period of silence, the Minotaur Butler finally made a further move.

He leaned his upper body forward, performed a standard 90-degree bow, and said, "Sir, I was personally sent by Matriarch Isis to take care of you. I believe I don't need any further explanation."

"It's not enough." Landen shook his head. "Mother herself has been betrayed by people she trusted, and not just once, so this reason of yours is not enough."

The Minotaur Butler opened his mouth, about to say something, when Landen suddenly spoke again, "By the way, have you ever wondered why I'm only bringing this up today, after so much time has passed? Do you think I've really been ignoring this matter all this time?"

The Minotaur Butler was originally in a bowing posture. When Landen said this, his body straightened up. When he heard Landen's words, his body had just straightened to 90 degrees, and then his body remained in that posture.

Leaning forward, of course, was a bowing posture, but it could also be the preparatory stance for a full-speed charge!

That millstone-like giant axe was naturally not at hand. The Minotaur Butler had been preparing to cook just a moment ago and was directly summoned to the office by Landen. Unlike our beautiful Naga beauty Lilith, who was luxurious enough to possess spatial storage items, it was impossible for him to carry such a large object with him at all times.

However, the Minotaur race has never been a race that relies on weapons to fight. Their greatest strengths have always been their powerful limbs and their horns, which are comparable to divine weapons!

One of the Minotaur Butler's horns had been broken in some battle, but even with only one remaining, it was enough to cause extremely terrifying damage!

Yes, the Minotaur Butler charged out, charging towards Landen!

The distance between them was less than 3 meters. In this short distance, the horn on the Minotaur Butler's head, which was originally only 20 centimeters long, instantly exceeded 1 meter, even larger than his head!

The entire process took only 2 seconds, and after 2 seconds, that huge, terrifying horn filled with killing intent arrived in front of Landen!

However, in those 2 seconds, it was enough for other things to suddenly appear in this room!

Ding!

A crisp but extremely loud sound made Landen's eardrums ache.

However, that large horn stopped!

Blocking it was, of course, a curved saber.

The curved saber hung down from above, and immediately after, Lilith slithered down from the ceiling. With a flick of the saber, the Minotaur Butler was forced back in the same posture he had charged forward.

Throughout the entire process, Landen remained seated in his swivel chair, but one of his hands was already hidden under the desk, tightly gripping the Crimson Bauhinia.

"Alright, now everything is clear." Landen said calmly, "I'm very curious, how did my Second Sister bribe you?"

The Minotaur Butler's voice was a little shaky, with a hint of relief, "When we were captured and brought to the Underworld, there were a total of 10 of our kin. I was bestowed upon you, but earlier, they were bestowed upon Vivian. So this time, either you die, or I die, or they die."

His words were decisive, and his actions were equally decisive. He suddenly raised his arms, and his two large, three-fingered hands grabbed the horns, which had returned to their original shape, and exerted force!

The Minotaur whose horns were broken from the root did not survive...

Landen sighed silently. Why couldn't he have said more? His loyalty had already increased to -10.

"Sister's mission is complete. Don't forget Sister's kindness in the future~" Lilith, unaware of his thoughts, giggled, dragging the Minotaur Butler's corpse with one hand, and walked out.