The nobles left inside the tent, as well as those Lanster had driven outside who were still peeking in, all shuddered when they saw what Pandora had done. A chill rose in their hearts.
They had thought the mysterious Wizard Richard was terrifying enough, but they had never expected the inconspicuous little girl beside him to be just as frightening.
A single punch had blasted a hole more than ten centimeters deep into the ground? If that landed on someone's body, even with armor on, they would be beaten until they vomited blood—or perhaps killed outright, Viscount Lancaster thought, his eyes flickering as he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. The next moment, he saw Richard walking straight toward him and was startled again. He asked warily, "What do you want?"
"There's something I need to tell you," Richard said. He leaned close to Lancaster and whispered a few words before walking straight out of the tent.
After hearing Richard's words, Lancaster's eyes flickered, and a complicated expression appeared on his face. Yet moments later, he had regained his composure and continued maintaining order as if nothing had happened. He kept a close watch on all the nobles, making sure no fool rushed within five meters of Prince Gelo. Otherwise, the prince's head might be smashed apart by a single punch from that purple-clad little girl.
Richard walked out of the tent and onto the open ground before it.
The nobles inside the tent and those outside it all fixed their eyes on Richard, wanting to see what he intended to do.
What Richard did was simple. He walked to the middle of the clearing, stopped, then turned to look at the nearest young noble and asked, "What is your name?"
The noble being questioned was tall