Riot

Hundreds of branch family members had gathered together, intent on entering the castle’s warehouse. The old steward hastened over to stop them in front of the gate, righteously berating those who wanted to cause a scene. However, his solemn face hid endless worry.

There was only one thing he was concerned about; the difference in numbers was far too large!

Standing opposite the hundreds of troublemakers were only twenty of Gaton’s personal guard. Many of these guards had been chosen from the branch families as well; if not for the sake of expanding his influence, the old steward would never have brought them out. With them being the kin of these opponents, nobody could predict how they would act.

“What are you trying to do? This is Lord Gaton’s personal warehouse, anyone who dares to intrude is rebelling!” The man’s voice was still stern, but that had already lost its effects.

“Rebelling?” Erwin stood out, raising the list of offerings high in the air and yelling,...