"Thank you for the gifts, Mad Dog Duke." Annan chuckled as he looked at the duke, then turned to his companions. "Take whatever you like."
Broken Fang was the first to rush out. It ran up to the restless cavalry and snatched a longsword from an innocent Soldier.
"Never thought I'd get another chance to plunder humans..." the Old Orc said wistfully as he followed.
The other foreign races followed suit. Even the musketeers kept busy, taking weapons, warhorses, and armor from the knights and Soldiers. With Lord Loran keeping order, the warriors could only seethe in silence.
Several minor nobles and wealthy merchants had come along too. They looked to Mad Dog Duke for help.
"Your Grace..."
"Let them take it."
Everything they could loot here was worth little more than ten thousand gold coins. What they could hardly bear was the humiliation of being searched.
Mad Dog Duke's eyes glinted coldly, as though he were plotting something... Then someone stepped in front of him.
"Move aside," Martin said, his head lowered.
Mad Dog Duke glared at him fiercely. Martin glared right back, his eyes even wider.
Mad Dog Duke silently stepped back. Martin picked up the Velvet Carpet the duke had been standing on and held it up to show Annan. "Cousin, I can put this by the door!"
"Remember to wash it first," Annan said with a smile.
Martin was not finished. After sizing Mad Dog Duke up, he suddenly began stripping off his clothes.
"You..."
Mad Dog Duke was about to roar when he caught Annan's faintly amused gaze and saw the Cursed Crystal Annan was weighing in his hand.
Mad Dog Duke began taking off his coat himself—he had never been so obliging.
"The trousers too!" Martin pointed at Mad Dog Duke's trousers, then held