Disordered footsteps rapidly approached and soon reached the basement.
Clang!
A dull impact rang out.
The door was kicked open by brute force, and the metal chain clattered to the floor.
The two inside looked up toward the stairs. In the dim yellow light of the wall lamps, they saw the figures of nearly ten manservants outside the door.
At the very front stood the two most powerfully built men.
They had both seen these two before. When checking whether anything had happened to the guests yesterday morning, the men had shown very obvious signs of training.
Lorry even suspected that they were manservants in name only.
In reality, they belonged to the Manor's security force.
They even have guns-though they're only double-barreled shotguns, with the lowest capacity and worst accuracy. Lorry took a deep breath and turned to Fors.
A gleaming meat cleaver swept through the air.
"I hate that look that insults my intelligence! Uh-Xio, sorry-I promise I won't look at you like that again."
Gunshots echoed through the basement, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
"Move in!"
The former pirate, Kieran!
The stacked crates and barrels hardly counted as reliable cover!
Seizing his chance, Lorry swiftly raised his hand and fired.
His pupils abruptly contracted, then turned amber, and he frowned slightly.
She had nearly been struck by a stray bullet just now!
As the words fell, the shadows stirred, slowly outlining Lorry's figure.
"Can you use a gun? A revolver, with about ten rounds left."
A daughter? You don't mean Xio, do you? Heh, one day I'll tell her about this-with plenty of embellishments.
At that moment, Lorry also heard the rush of air from the other side. Following Fors's pull, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled toward the wooden crates beside