Fleeing in Disgrace

"Guards, tie up this old bastard!"

Saint Saturn lay sprawled on the ground after passing out, pathetic as a dead dog. His mouth hung crooked, and several of his teeth had been broken in half.

"Ming King... he really..." someone said shakily.

That bizarre slaughter, still vivid in their minds, had left them badly shaken.

How could anyone dare approach someone who could kill with a single glance?

Fortunately, Swain reassured them. "He's already unconscious. Restrain him with the highest-grade Seastone, and have Night Owl torture him for information while you're at it."

"Night Owl?" the guard asked in confusion.

Swain paused. Night Owl was an assassination organization that handled dirty work for him, so it was normal for ordinary soldiers not to know about it.

"Then tie this old fellow up first!"

As he spoke, he planted his foot on Saint Saturn's head, making everyone around him shudder in fear that Saint Saturn might wake up again.

"Lord Swain, greetings!" Adams called as he forced himself awake through his injuries and approached him.

Hearing someone call his name, Swain stopped and turned around.

"Oh, it's you. What is it?"

Swain's attitude was gentle. He smiled at the young man before him, whose face was flushed red and whose body trembled, whether from pain or excitement.

His courage today had been commendable. Though he was weak, it was enough for Swain to remember him.

"I... could you..."

Swain interrupted him. "Do you want a reward?"

He remained as gentle as a spring breeze, all killing intent withdrawn. At that moment, he looked like an unrivaled young nobleman standing apart from the world.

Adams was briefly dazed. The other man's attitude gave him tremendous courage, to the point that he almost felt they were good friends.

*Is this the bearing a