"Tell that brat Brian to get the hell out here!" Dragging a reluctant Fanny along, the thin middle-aged man stormed into the castle, cursing all the way.
The officers guarding the castle closely along the way all seemed to recognize this thin middle-aged man. Every one of them wore a miserable expression, yet not one dared stop him.
Over the past three days, Han Shuo's astonishing abilities had given him an exceptional standing within the castle. Even in Osen City, someone who dared curse a great noble so brazenly was practically unheard of. Some soldiers who did not know the man's identity were furious, but a few words of explanation from the veterans suddenly calmed them down. When they looked at him again, their eyes even held a measure of respect.
Han Shuo and the others in the Council Hall on the castle's third floor had clearly heard the man's full-throated curses too. The nobles, including Old Hahn, Boris, and Ibu, as well as Sword Saint Carola, Saint Archmage Sabocas, and Emias of Dark Curtain, all smiled wryly upon hearing the newcomer's voice.
Lawrence, Emias, and the others who knew the details suddenly looked at Han Shuo with flickering eyes. Emily felt even more uncomfortable, not knowing what unpredictable consequences this madman's arrival would bring everyone here.
"Why has that fellow come here?" Old Hahn's expression abruptly changed. Then he looked in surprise at Han Shuo's wry smile and asked tentatively, "How did you end up having a grudge with him?"
Han Shuo scratched his head awkwardly and explained with a bitter expression, "I don't have a grudge with him. Forget it, I'll deal with whatever comes. I'll go take a look."
"Brian, that madman isn't someone you can afford to provoke. Handle this carefully!" Lawrence suddenly spoke with a