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Just now, Duke St. Prowse had hurriedly walked past her. Even though he didn’t say any words, his disdainful attitude was enough to make Lady Delin’s heart shudder.

If the Howell Family had a chance to reform before, now, after the death of Marquis Vincent here, that opportunity had become extremely slim.

What’s worse, with Marquis Vincent dead, even if Duke St. Prowse forgave the Howell Family, their future in the eastern territories would certainly be bleak.

Because, the Howell Family’s greatest reliance was gone.

What they were about to face would undoubtedly be endless suspicion and suppression.

So, under the current situation, the only way out for the Howell Family seemed to be to ally with the North Territory.

Even if they were branded as traitors, it would still be better than staying in the eastern territories!

But the question was, how to escape to the North Territory?

Lady Delin knew that the Blood Knight Army had already invaded White Dew City, now she could only hope that this battle-hardened strong army from the North Territory could successfully lead her family out of here.

“Lady Delin…”

In a daze, Lady Delin seemed to hear someone calling her.

But when she looked around, she couldn’t find anyone.

Just as she thought she was hallucinating, the raspy, monotonous voice rang out again.

Lady Delin heard it clearly this time, and to her horror, discovered that the voice was actually coming from a “corpse” of a Northerner at her feet!

The man was pinned to the ground with a long spear, but through the eye holes of the armor, Lady Delin could see that pair of cold eyes staring at her.

She involuntarily swallowed, but managed to suppress her fear and remain silent.

After casting a glance around, Lady Delin quietly approached the “corpse” when no one was paying attention.

“…When the chaos occurs, take the people of the Howell Family and flee towards the South Gate…”

The man’s voice was coarse and icy, like a voice from hell, but it gave Lady Delin a glimmer of hope.

She couldn’t help but whisper, “What chaos? Is the Blood Knight Army about to break through?”

However, her question didn’t receive an answer.

Lady Delin couldn’t help but ask again, but there was still no response, as if the man had held on just long enough to utter that sentence.

Lady Delin glanced around, and seeing that no one paid attention to her, she crouched down and knocked on the armor of the “corpse”.

Thump thump…

There was no movement.

Thump thump…

“Stop knocking.”

Lady Delin jumped in shock, then turned around to see that it was Knight Muffat who had spoken from behind her.

“Sir Muffat.” Lady Delin stood up, feeling somewhat guilty, she didn’t dare to meet Knight Muffat’s eyes.

It turned out that Knight Muffat had not heard the previous conversation, but seeing Lady Delin knocking the armor of a corpse, he couldn’t help asking in displeasure:

“What are you doing?”

“I… I’m just curious about who this man is…”

“He’s a Northerner, how many do you know?” Knight Muffat replied casually. But curiosity got the better of him, and he crouched down as well, removing the helmet of the corpse.

“This man looks somewhat familiar…” Knight Muffat looked at the face of the middle-aged man, stroking his chin as he fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he froze. Because he recognized the identity of this corpse!

But just as Knight Muffat was about to call out, a dreadful scream erupted from Duke St. Prowse in the hall!

In that same moment, Knight Muffat was horrified to discover that the corpse in front of him had suddenly opened its eyes!

A terrifying aura enveloped Knight Muffat. For a moment, he seemed to glimpse an ancient giant dragon. Its powerful oppressive force robbed him of his breath, let alone being able to scream.

Luckily, the resurrected Northerner paid no mind to Knight Muffat. He leapt from the ground, withdrew the long spear impaling his body as a weapon, then rushed to the hall like a sharp arrow.

Once the man left, Knight Muffat sank to the floor in relief, gasping heavily. At the same time, he shouted, “Quick! Go and save His Grace! The man just now is Lucien, a sixth-rank warrior from the North Territory!”

“Lucien?”

It should be known that in this world where the Holy Field’s strong ones are few and far between, the sixth rank already represents the pinnacle of personal combat power. Thus, Lucien’s name is just as well-known even in the Eastern Territory.

When the members of the St. Prowse Family’s personal guard heard Knight Muffat disclose the man’s identity, they immediately rushed to the hall in an attempt to protect their master.

However, those supposedly “dead” assassins from the North suddenly sprang from the ground, one after another!

Caught off guard, the Eastern warriors suffered heavy casualties.

Horrifying screams filled the entire Howell Manor.

Upon seeing this, Lady Delin finally understood what the man had meant by “turmoil”. So, she decided instantly. She yelled at the stupefied members of the Howell Family, “Quick! Follow me and let’s break free!”

With that, Lady Delin took the lead and charged ahead.

The other members of the Howell Family came to their senses, all following her like a swarm of bees.

Upon seeing this, Knight Muffat felt angry and anxious. However, he couldn’t bother with the members of the Howell family now; clearly, the safety of Duke St. Prowse was more critical.

So, he grabbed a soldier and instructed, “You, immediately contact the nearby Pegasus Army. Have them intercept and capture the fleeing members of the Howell Family. They must not be allowed to escape from White Dew City!”

“Yes, sir!”

After that, Knight Muffat pulled out his sword, bellowing,

“Brothers! Kill these Northerners! Save His Grace!”

“Charge!”

…

In the hall, the crystal coffin was shattered.

Marquis Vincent’s entire chest was caved in by the furious Duke St. Prowse, and copious amounts of blood gushed continuously from his mouth like a geyser. Despite all that, he wasn’t dead yet.

Moreover, he bore a chilling smile on his face, his gaze filled with undisguised hatred and pleasure as he stared directly at his own father.

“Traitor!”

Duke St. Prowse clenched his fists and prepared to strike again.

But at this moment, he suddenly sensed a strong sense of danger approaching from behind.

Spinning around, Duke St. Prowse saw a figure charging at him with astonishing speed.

“Lucien?”

Having taken off his helmet, Duke St. Prowse recognized Lucien at a glance.

Even though they weren’t familiar with each other, Duke St. Prowse knew he was a difficult opponent. He left no room for negligence and met the challenge with full force.

The dazzling Holy Light surged around Duke St. Prowse, quickly converging into his fists.

In the void, the sound of war horses neighing seemed to echo.

Duke St. Prowse’s face hardened, and he threw a punch!