章 112: 112 A Crafty Trick (Part 2)_1

"Vi... Viscount Angler, Miss Vera..."

Prince William, looking at the icy cold man, suddenly felt a pang in his heart, but he still ventured to ask cautiously.

Colin did not respond.

Instead, he swept his icy gaze slowly over everyone present, finally resting on Prince Topaz who had collapsed onto the ground.

"He. Must. Be buried with her!"

Colin ordered in an unquestionable tone.

Duke Lute gritted his teeth, brandishing his long sword.

Swish!

Prince Topaz's head was severed.

Duke Miller's face twitched a few times, but he said nothing.

The other half-elf nobles also averted their gaze. They couldn't stand to watch.

At the same time, they were all hoping silently—

A burial with Prince Topaz should... be enough, right?

Feeling that ethereal connection completely shut off, Colin knew that Prince Topaz was truly dead.

It seemed that blood slaves would die once their heads were chopped off.

Colin still had the leisure to record this "experimental data".