Chương 147: Planning(3)

As Bastian gripped his sword and prepared to cast a spell, a sudden rush of wind burst into the room, carrying a bone-chilling chill that wrapped around the mocking mercenaries. Their jeers halted momentarily as they instinctively clutched their arms, shivering from the cold. It seemed as though the icy gust had emanated from Bastian himself, prompting a renewed bout of laughter from the mercenaries.

"Hahah, look at him," one of the representatives of the mercenaries sneered, his laughter echoing as he turned to his companion. However, his mirth was abruptly silenced when his friend vanished into thin air.

"Arghhhhhh!" A high-pitched scream pierced the air, leaving the remaining mercenaries stunned, their astonishment replacing their amusement. The maids, hearing the commotion, understood the situation and hastily exited the room without looking back.