That night, Wushan Township was destined to remain sleepless.
The darkness gradually receded, and the sun slowly rose over the horizon.
Yet the hearts of Wushan Township's residents remained shrouded in gloom.
Inside the lord's residence, Koni's expression was incomparably grim.
At that moment, only Koni and Hillman were inside the residence.
The previous night, they had interrogated the leader of the surviving captives and learned, in the end, that their target had actually been Linna.
Duke Paderson had ordered them to seize Linna, disguise themselves as bandits, kill some people, plunder some wealth, and deliver Linna to King Clade.
The moment Koni heard this news, he felt as though he could barely remain standing.
After all, he was merely the lord of a tiny place like Wushan Township. Whether it was Duke Paderson or King Clade, both were figures he absolutely could not afford to provoke.
Of course, that was not the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part was their purpose in taking Linna.
The leader of the black-clad men was nominally Paderson's subordinate, but in truth, he was a guard Clade had placed at Paderson's side—a form of protection as well as surveillance.
Thus, this leader knew many of the secrets between Paderson and Clade.
He had also heard a little about the Light Church's long-standing practice of sacrificing souls.
Therefore, although Paderson had not told him about Linna's soul and had merely instructed him to take her away, he had still guessed the truth.
When Koni heard this, he punched the captive twice, nearly beating him to death.
"Lord Koni, what should we do next?"
Hillman's expression was no better, but he still forced himself to ask.
"Hillman, tell me—if I took Linna and fled, could we escape?"
Koni fell silent for a moment before asking.