"Let me remind you that someone at the banquet that night had a sudden heart attack and was carried away for emergency treatment, but ultimately died despite the rescue efforts."
Blue Mountain suddenly remembered: "I recall now, it was Baron Winston who had a heart attack, but he was saved in the end, wasn't his heart transplanted?"
Black Spider glanced at him: "You can put on your clothes and leave now, call the next person in."
This short-haired woman looked at Blue Mountain without any trace of surprise in her eyes, as if she were looking at a hairy monkey, aloof and as though they weren't the same species.
This is the characteristic of the Western Continent Aristocracy; as a baron, she inherently did not need to show respect to Blue Mountain, who was a citizen, nor was there any interest.
Next door, a male soldier scrutinized a female slave who had already stripped, with a cold, cruel gaze: "What was your great-grandfather's name?"
