Bozdov tilted his head, with a fierce look in his eyes, and looked at Duke Xihuang's eyes that were sometimes cloudy and numb, and sometimes clear and sharp.

"And he is still as self-righteous as he was six years ago, proudly showing off his ridiculous eloquence to me, unaware that he is only one foot away from disaster."

Falkenholtz had no awareness of being threatened, and instead laughed:

"You have to admit, that boy does have some eloquence, doesn't he?"

Bozdov seemed not to have heard anything and gritted his teeth:

"And that damn crow, and his equally damned crows, are standing there, standing between me and him, within the reach of my army, smiling at me, like the bodyguard of a god.

bodyguard."

Bozdov's voice was cold and his words were suppressed:

"because of you."

Falkenholz's smile slowly faded and he looked thoughtful.

"Well, Nadler did a pretty good job."

"Thank Sunset, he's a good crow, isn't he?"

boom!

Lewis’s fists hit the dining table again!

"I could have taken him down!"

This time, Count Bozdorf could no longer suppress his anger.

"You clearly know that my army is best at breaking through obstacles and attacking fortresses. The Black Lion Infantry Regiment that destroyed the city has arrived at Enci Town. You clearly know that I am far away from the Blade Tooth Camp and from him..."

Bozdov was furious. He took a few breaths before finishing his sentence completely:

"...Only one day left."

"one day."

He said in a whisper.

Falkenholz also seemed to be serious, and he snorted disdainfully:

"Then what?"

Bozdov stared intently at Duke Xihuang.

"That is the lifeblood of Fuxing Palace, the foundation of their rule, and our best bargaining chip in more than ten years."

Earl Black Lion is aggressive, and the anger in his eyes is clearly visible:

"We can take back Camp Sabertooth and even drive away that sissy."

"At least, tell them our attitude..."

But the tepid Duke of Xihuang suddenly raised his head and said decisively:

"Then the Bozdov family of Heroes Castle is only one day away from being destroyed!"

His words were as cold as the cold wind, and he was unceremonious.

The conversation between the two stopped for a few seconds.

This time, it was Bozdov's turn to sneer.

"Do you know what happened in the Blade Tooth Camp?"

"The pampered Duke?"

Earl Black Lion straightened up and distanced himself from the opponent, but the sharpness in his eyes only increased.

"Bailal lost the entire year's income, much of it from debt; Emory lost their family heir; Xinxian Land even lost this season's autumn harvest manpower."

"And Thoth said he would never join our military expedition again."

"Lugo even overwhelms the entire clan."

Falkenholz turned his head to avoid the count's sight.

Bozdov’s questions seemed to have been ground out:

"this is us."

"Is there any difference if we perish today and perish tomorrow?"

Falkenholz slowly raised his head.

"Of course."

At this moment, Duke Xihuang's eyes became profound.

"If you perish today, you will have nothing."

Falkenholz narrowed his eyes.

"If you die tomorrow, at least you still have hope for tomorrow."

Lewis Bozdorf opened his lips and smiled coldly.

Two seconds later, his laughter stopped abruptly.

"Hope for tomorrow?"

"All this you did..."

His smile turned into ice:

"For the so-called hope?"

Cyril Falkenhauser paused.

"No."

He reached out and turned to his crutch, his eyes focused on the hook on which the long sword originally hung, but was now empty.

"For..."

The Duke said calmly with the most complicated and unspeakable emotions:

"tomorrow."
Chapter completed!