Yun Jun was caught off guard by Alda's sudden outburst.
Especially when Alda's temper flared, the ancient, sinister aura rippling from his bloodline made Yun Jun frown. Instinctively, he sensed that something was wrong—a sense of awe a lower prey animal felt when faced with a predator higher up the food chain.
Staring fixedly at Alda, who was snorting and glaring, Yun Jun paused for a moment before growing even more enraged.
Of course he knew it was wrong for him to come looking for trouble with Dragon Mountain Count—Dragon Mountain Count had merely reached some sort of understanding with the Assassins Guild. He had no idea that Black Duke Karon was one of Yun Jun's men, so even if he had handed his most capable subordinate over to the Green Forest Duke and helped the Green Forest Duke's army wipe out the Dragon Wing Legion's First Cavalry Division, that was still Dragon Mountain Count's freedom.
But Yun Jun truly could not swallow this outrage.
Drawing a deep breath, Yun Jun retreated a few steps and said gently, "Lord Turing, forgive my discourtesy. The truth is this: Black Duke Karon was one of my men. I spent over a hundred years painstakingly cultivating him before he gained the power and influence he possesses today."
Light footsteps sounded out. More than a dozen heretics from the Black Abyss Divine Prison had heard the commotion and hurried to Alda's side.
Every one of them was a mighty Saint Master. As heretics captured by the Church and thrown into the Black Abyss Divine Prison, they were all ruthless, vicious, and treacherous. The moment they appeared, they instinctively seemed to station themselves casually around the room, encircling Yun Jun in the middle.
Their icy gazes locked tightly onto Yun Jun. With their support, Alda's