Give chase?
Chase my ass. Were they rushing off to die?
What the hell was John Maslow up to?
Why had he not accepted his surrender?
Why had he withdrawn with the Imperial Army instead?
Why was the situation becoming more and more incomprehensible to him?
At that moment, Baron Myka sank into deep thought and confusion.
It was only after a long while that he came back to his senses.
He hurriedly swept his gaze over the guards before him, who had arrived in neat formation but were now more than half dead or wounded.
The thought that these were all the assets he had painstakingly built up made his heart ache so badly he could barely breathe.
Especially when he thought of how he had suffered such heavy losses, yet had still failed to even make that damned John Maslow show himself.
Stars swam before his eyes in fury. He no longer even had the energy to berate Tom for his stupidity, merely waving a hand desolately.
"We're withdrawing too. Oh, right. Send a few people back later to deal with the bodies. Make sure to collect all the armor."
"Yes, my lord. What about the Imperial Army? Should we send someone to scout them out?"
"Scout my ass. Arrange a few men to keep watch here. If they come back, notify me immediately. I... forget it. You'll handle the surrender negotiations with them when the time comes!"
Baron Myka had originally intended to personally negotiate, but when he recalled how he had nearly been shot dead the moment he showed his face today, he abandoned that idiotic idea.
That Imperial commander named John Maslow was a lawless demon through and through.
If the man suddenly got annoyed and decided to make an example of him, wouldn't he