Chapter 449: Ling: Stop Messing Around and Give Me Some Big News (cont.)

"Sir, please stop."

Perhaps because he had just given away the liquor, a certain steward had yet to leave. He proactively rushed toward the figure and took on the role of security.

These days, all sorts of distinguished people were truly rude.

It was one thing for foreign dignitaries not to understand the local rules, but how could even local Caprini fail to follow them?

Did they not know that this liquor shop was used by Grand Duke Leopold to entertain honored guests?

He placed a hand on the shoulder of that lavish formal outfit. Accompanying that gesture, the man stopped and turned around.

Beneath his jet-black long hair was a gloomy face set with violet-red eyes.

Th-the Witch King!!!

Panic filled the man's face, his body trembling like an old machine on the verge of breaking down.

More than thirty years ago, he had been fortunate enough to meet a king.

Under the cold wind's blow, memories of the past were awakened once more.

A tower nearly as tall as a mountain stood in the center of the country. Countless people wailed and screamed beneath it, becoming Necessary Sacrifices in that king's eyes.

Countless people had tried to resist that brutal king, yet they often lost all ability to fight back before even breaking through the first floor of the tower, falling into the underground laboratories and becoming grotesque corpses.

Yet it was precisely such a tyrant who had dealt Gallic a heavy blow at the first opportunity, pulling Leithanien, then a third-rate nation, into the ranks of empires and granting the country glory.

He had been the Black Sun that stepped forward to hold up the sky in the hour of extinction.

More than twenty years ago, he had been killed.

But now...

He trembled as he looked