GoodNovelChapter 568 "Prince Charles is right. You absolutely cannot carve words on his forehead." "You've already gone too far by breaking his legs. Carving words on his forehead would be extremely excessive." Several people spoke up to criticize Sebastian. They weren't really concerned for Charles. They just mainly wanted to curry favor with him and avoid his retaliation.
Ealso said, "Sebastian, why don't we let it go? He's the crown prince of Cereria, after all." "I don't care what kind of prince he is. Those who insult others will be insulted in return. Did he think of these things when he carved the words on those other people's foreheads?" Sebastian wasn't just trying to scare him. He picked up the dagger and aimed it at Charles' forehead.
"No. You can't do this to me!" Charles' face turned pale with fear. He quickly reached out to push Sebastian's hand away.
Sebastian immediately becangry. He simply pinned Charles' hand to the ground with the dagger.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCharles let out an even more piercing scream.
Everyone present was stunned, deeply shocked by Sebastian's ruthlessness.
Sebastian pulled out another dagger and began carving. Meanwhile, Charles screamed in agony, his uninjured hand clutching his thigh tightly.
He didn't dare to interfere anymore, knowing that it was futile and would only cause more suffering.
Sebastian had carved the words "Western Region mongrel" in blood on Charles' head.
"My penmanship is getting more and more beautiful." Sebastian was quite satisfied with his work. He then looked at Rainey and asked, "Ms. Lloyd, what do you think?" Rainey nodded in agreement. "Mr. Wilder, your handwriting is neat and graceful. Each letter is profound. The words 'Western Region mongrel' particularly complements the subject perfectly. It's brilliant!" At that moment, Charles was in so much pain that tears flowed from his eyes. His heart burned with rage. "Lord Eastsea will be here soon. I will definitely torture you a hundred times over!" Sebastian displayed a mocking smile. "It seems that you have a special fondness for the words 'a hundred times.' How about I learn from you and carve these words on your body a hundred times?" "No! Please don't!" Charles was almost scared enough to wet himself. If the words were carved a hundred times on him, there would be no unscathed part of his body left. "Lord Eastsea has arrived!" Everyone quickly turned to look at the entrance as a group of armor-clad people strode in.
The leader was a middle-aged man in golden armor, exuding an extraordinary and imposing aura. The soldiers behind him were also valiant and fierce, moving in perfect unison as if they were one entity.
Although there were only about a dozen of them, they gave the impression of a vast army. Their terrifying presence even made it hard for others to breathe. "We pay our respects to you, Lord Eastsea!" Everyone hastily bowed, their eyes filled with awe.
"Lord Eastsea, I'm over here!" Upon seeing Lord Eastsea, also known as Keith Barnes, Charles shed tears of excitement.
"Prince Charles, how did you end up like this? Who did this?" Keith was both shocked and furious.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"It was that bastard!" Charles pointed at Sebastian, gritting his teeth. "He broke my legs and carved words on my forehead. This is a e great humiliation and a challenge to Cereria. If you don't settle this to my satisfaction today, I'll bring an army teraze Dragotha to the ground!" Keith quickly tried to calm him down. "Prince Charles, please don't be angry. I'll definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."
Keith then turned to Sebastian.
However, as Sebastian had his back turned, he only felt that his silhouette was somewhat familiar, but he didn't think much of it.
He said coldly, "Prince Charles is our honored guest in Dragotha. How dare you beat him and humiliate him in various ways? This cris unforgivable! Men, seize him!" As several soldiers prepared to grab Sebastian, Estepped forward to block them.
"Wait! Lord Eastsea, you can't just listen to one side of the story Hen insulted us first. He had also injured many of our people earlier and carved words on their foreheads. If him. He's the one who started it." anyone's in the wrong, it heal ne "Is this true?" Keith asked as he looked at the crowd.
Everyone lowered their heads.
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