Capítulo 167: Hebron Under Attack

A servant brought a cup of milk to William, and he sniffed it before taking a sip. His eyes lit up as a warm sensation went down his throat.

He could feel a minor buildup that would accumulate as long as he took more of this sort of milk.

His eyes narrowed. 

"Call Darius Enoch." 

His voice reverberated. A couple of minutes later, the doors were pushed open, and a seven-foot-tall man-armored figure clad in a dark purple cloak walked into the hall. He had a great sword strapped to his back, and his helmet hid his face.

His steps were silent despite his heavy armor that peeked from his cloak. 

When he had reached the middle of the hall, he bowed his head. "You sent for me, My Lord." 

Darius Enoch was William's sellsword, a formidable warrior that not even Count William's children had full command of.

His might wasn't known by many in the county because he was a hidden figure, one meant to act when it was critical.