Hacksaw's words struck right at Duke Adal's sore spot.
He once again thrust the tail of the steel scepter into Hacksaw's scarred mouth and stirred it around.
The noble duke even looked down on the Niflgaard citizens not born in Golden Pagoda City, yet he, priding himself on his extraordinary lineage, led a force that could rampage outside large-scale battles, only to be ambushed by a group of maggot-like refugees.
Although there was essentially no loss in actual strength, this matter would undoubtedly become a laughingstock among the nobles for a while.
It was also his disgrace!
"Judging by your smug look, it seems my target isn't in your group. You've already sent the Demon Hunter and the girl away, right?"
Adal suddenly lost interest in further questioning Hacksaw.
"Such great nobility, Northerner. But rest assured, you won't save them for long because the forces I can muster far exceed your wildest imagination, frog in a well!"
"I, I'll be watching."
