Could you imagine Lance’s frustration as he was hiding in his room, trying to glue his hair back on when he was suddenly told of the news. He nearly un

earthed a whole piece of his scalp by it.

He had a burning intention to commit homicide. Seriously, those really cruel and inhumane ones.

"Sir, we…."

Lance suppressed his inferno of rage as he interrupted the soldier’s words, "Where the heck are your brains? What do you think you’re here for? Fighting with the soldiers from the neighboring camp; fine, it wasn’t a big issue after I apologized for you. But now? Your waist snapped just after a kick by some n.o.body? What soldiers are you still trying to masquerade as? Go home and rear some pigs, really!"

The soldiers were evidently shaken as they immediately explained, "No! Sir, it’s because we…."

Sadly, Lance was not in the mood to listen to explanations, "Alright! Release him immediately! How would the locals think of us if this incident became public? Us soldiers, the bullies that were taught a lesson by a local hero. That’s what the press would love to write! Also, if the neighboring camp caught wind of this, I would become the joke throughout my f*cking lifetime!"

"No, sir…."

"Enough of your explanations! Release him immediately, and never let this become an issue. If His Highness were alerted by this, even I would not be let off the hook."

"Sir, that couldn’t be done. Sir Mikel is interrogating that person now, we had no way to release him.

Lance had a double take. Mikel…. That weirdly effeminate officer that came along with the investigation?

Sh*t.

That dude was the supervising officer that the King sent to follow along. His pair of small eyes was always following Lance, never letting him out of his sight! Now, these useless halfwits caused a ruckus, and somehow it landed right on that fellow’s lap; he must be so delighted that his bottom must be waggling to the sky as if there was an imaginary tail. He would definitely snag this opportunity to drag Lance to h.e.l.l!

Lance felt darkness creeping at the sides of his vision. Please, take sympathy of his effort; he walked through fire and lived warily just to reach his height today. Now, he would be required to hand his Head of Knight away on a plate even if he only had it for a few years. This was an unfair defeat, really….

Say, why and how did he end up with this batch of subordinates?

"Sir? Sir? Are you okay?"

Lance gradually returned to his senses when he heard the desperate callings of his soldiers. As he glanced at the soldiers before him, whom were visibly shaken and trembling in fear, he suddenly could not muster any anger within him. He was like a deflated balloon, with only sadness filling to the brim.

What use could scolding bring to him? Maybe…. Maybe the situation was not as bad as he thought. Maybe Mikel did not get anything useful in his interrogation.

He needed to go and take a look.

"Wait here for my return. I’ll deal with you after this!" Lance leaped from his chair and rushed out the door, his words loud in his wake.

The mayor of the City of Rayleigh was not too much in their favor either; he refused to let them work in the City Hall. Thus, they had no choice but to rent an empty house in the area as their base of operations, and the bas.e.m.e.nt of that house was altered to be their interrogation room.

Lance went past the walkways to arrive in front of the bas.e.m.e.nt. He pushed the door open to hear a sudden bark of laughter.

His heart abruptly went cold.

This laugh was Mikel’s, the chillingly fake one that feigns familiarity and closeness with you while he spread rumors behind your back. In what way will this kind of laugh fit into an interrogation session?

Lance was increasingly flooded by an overwhelming sense of doom.

However, he was surprised at the sight that greeted him when he entered the bas.e.m.e.nt. Mikel was sitting right across a young man, and two cups of wine were sitting on the table between them, as if they were having a pleasant conversation.

This was definitely not how a standard interrogation should be.

"You’re finally here, Sir Lance the Head of Knight," Mikel smiled as he stood and walked towards him, "I thought you would be crying in your room for an hour for your incompetence. I never expected you to show up so quickly! Your courage as a Head of Knight is indeed a respectable one."

Lance took a deep breath and smiled, "No, no, you’re the great one, Sir Mikel. You managed to climb out of the bed of three prost.i.tutes right after you got the news. Sir Mikel’s speed in arriving here is the most impressive thing I’ve experienced in my life."

"Oh, you’re flattering me. The Head of Knight is greater."

"You must be pulling my leg, sir. You’re the respectable one."

"You are the great one."

"No, you are."

The atmosphere was tense.

Just as Lance and Mikel shared a wordless stare, the exaggerated smiles plastered on their faces getting more and more uncomfortable by the second, the young man who was sitting in the other seat finally decided that he could not take it anymore. He spoke abruptly, his voice slicing the terrifying air.

Benjamin walked towards the two looked as if they were going to start exchanging punches. He pulled them apart, stood in front of Lance, and gave him a dazzling smile. "So, this must be Sir Lance, the Head of Knight who is in charge of the case. My name is Benjamin, and it’s my pleasure to meet you."