Chapitre 545: Chapter 439, He Calls You a Pretty Boy _2

The entire plan was tightly linked together, step by step.

The final victory belonged to the Faceless, and it also belonged to him, Aubrey.

"Do you think by killing me, you'll get Lyss City? You're just a waste of space," Rebecca continued.

"What does it matter if I'm a waste? Don't forget, according to the council's regulations, I am the City Lord of Lyss City, and you're merely the City Lord's wife. Your lamenting middle-age widowhood, do you think the councillors from other cities will care about this? Of course, I will hold a grand funeral for you and symbolically shed two drops of tears," Aubrey said nonchalantly.

He had been waiting for this day for too long.

Watching the first beauty of Lyss City at a loss, he felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

From now on, no one in Lyss City would ridicule him; they would only loudly praise their great Lord Aubrey.