Kapitel 388: Return from Jabel

Alexander's smile appeared like a devil widening his fangs. as he grinned in glee at each of the nobles being beheaded.

"So that's it…" While Kyamin could only let out a weak, helpless smile seeing, resigning himself to the loss as he felt the world turn dark and cold around him.

They had tried their best, even resorting to revealing each other most shameful secrets.

But it seemed that had failed.

The cards had always been in Alexander's hand.

And they had been always banking on Alexander keeping his word.

But it seemed that the game was rigged from the start.

"Bastard…." The hot-blooded Jamil vomited the curse along with a lot of blood as he slumped over.

The soldiers had not only attacked with swords but crossbows as well, making them all riddled with bolts, looking almost like a porcupine.

And as the man stumbled, his bloodshot eyes never left Alexander, hatred glowing out of them, as if he seemed to curse Alexander's shamelessness.