He was not worried about Annie's safety, because the informer serf had been tied up from head to toe—something Nalant had specifically ordered.
"Spare me, Annie, I know I was wrong! I had no choice back then. I was starving, so I only wanted to beg those damned orcs for something to eat..." Seeing that begging Nalant was useless, the informer immediately turned to Annie.
Yet Annie ignored her pleas, merely staring fixedly at the informer serf before her with eyes red-rimmed.
"Spare me! Annie, for the sake of us both being orc slaves, let me go! Look, you've earned the lord's favor now. Aren't you living quite happily..."
Rumble!
At some point, several white clouds had drifted across the sky as the informer serf continued pleading.
Once the white clouds gathered, they immediately turned dark, and rolling thunder sounded from above.
"Why didn't Annie close her eyes just now?" Nalant looked at the dark clouds overhead, somewhat curious.
Still, Vivian and the others did not need to close their eyes when using their talents either, and the Daughter of Luck handbook contained no such explanation, so he stopped dwelling on it.
Rumble!
The dark clouds continued to thicken. When the two clouds overhead merged together, the thunder above became even more deafening.
Crack!
The next instant, a bolt of lightning suddenly slammed down from the sky, naturally striking somewhere near Nalant.
"Hiss!" Feeling the might of the electrical arc, Nalant could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
They were not at the castle now. The surrounding trees were all about the same height, and without a lightning rod, where the lightning struck depended entirely on luck.
Boom!
Just as Nalant wondered whether he should go in and calm Annie down first, lest the lightning accidentally injure them and