Upon learning that the castle had been attacked, Fisher's expression changed drastically.
"Not good!"
With no time to think, he hurried back at top speed.
The moment he reached the outside of the castle, he saw its guards sprawled across the ground. As soon as he spotted one of them, Fisher hurried over to check whether he was alive.
This was the castle's captain of the guard, a Hundred Refinements Realm Warrior and one of his trusted subordinates!
Only after confirming that the man had merely been knocked unconscious did Fisher let out a sigh of relief.
Then, as though he had thought of something, he hurried into the castle.
The castle was in complete disarray, as if it had been looted. Fisher could not be bothered to spare it even a glance, rushing all the way to the castle's basement, where five hundred Matchlock Guns, along with shot and gunpowder, were stored.
Only to discover that the goods he had seized from the Rakshasa Republican Party had vanished without a trace!
"Peter!!!!"
The more smug he had been during the day, the more frenzied he was now.
The fury surging in Fisher's chest made him wish he could flip over and crush the entire castle before him!
When it came to this matter, he truly had not expected Peter to be bold enough to force his way into the castle!
At the same time, after enduring a suffocating day, Peter had finally vented his pent-up frustration. He had reclaimed his goods, smashed the other party's castle, and set Fisher's luxurious estate ablaze.
He then looked at his trusted adviser, Gilt, with some disbelief.
"Gilt, how did you guess that fellow would hide the goods in the castle?"
"I wasn't a hundred percent certain either. There was an element of