Seeing someone come in, he immediately spoke, "Just tell me how much you want."

Dismas said nothing, but his expression grew increasingly agitated.

Indeed... indeed... it's him!

Though that face had aged somewhat, Dismas could recognize him even if he turned to ash.

Immediately stepped forward...

Dismas's attitude made Michelle feel disrespected. In the past, anyone who dared to look at him like that would have their eyes gouged out and suffer horribly.

But now, as Dismas approached, a slight panic rose in his heart, soon suppressed by a surge of anger.

How could he be scared by a bandit? Damn it!

"Do you know who I am? If anything happens to me, all of you will bury me!"

Michelle's lofty demeanor indeed had the power to intimidate, but those words provoked Dismas, who swiftly rushed forward, grabbed Michelle's collar, and roared fiercely.

"Damn it! Look clearly at who I am!"

Dismas had imagined that seeing him, this guy would realize it was a revenge, then show a look of fear.

But since entering until now, he actually didn't recognize him... he didn't remember him! 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

This gave Dismas a very strange feeling.

Anger, but more so sorrow.

Because he had fancied his wife, casually causing his family to be ruined, suffering in prison, and facing countless near-death experiences along the way.

Yet the revenge, which was the pillar of his life, didn't exist in his enemy's eyes at all.

How ridiculous...

Michelle was also stunned, scared, without understanding what those words meant.

Why would he recognize a bandit?

He had offended too many people, how could he remember a small matter from over ten years ago?

Recall a normal person who in his mind had long been dead?

Seeing his cowardly, terrified look, Dismas pushed him away.

Dismas had fantasized about how to torture and kill his enemy, but at this moment felt only disdain.

How could he have been tortured for half his life because of such a guy?

Lance, expecting gunshots, didn't hear them inside the carriage but saw Dismas dragging someone out, feeling odd.

"What, the wrong person?"

"No, it's this guy." Dismas threw the person in front of Lance, "He'll be dealt with by My Lord."

Lance could see that Dismas was worried that killing Michelle would bring retribution to Hamlet.

But who was Lance? He wasn't afraid of even his ancestral foes, would he fear this?

"What's there to fear when everyone here is our own, and the rest won't escape Hamlet alive. Who would know we took down a Marquis's son?"

"My father is the Commander of the Northern Army of the Empire, commanding a hundred thousand troops. He knows I'm here, if something happens to me, you'll die anywhere you go." Michelle tried to struggle upon hearing this.

Who were the people present?

In one glance, they saw through his bravado, and Lance couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow~ you're threatening me? I'm really so scared." Lance pretended to be very scared, but that smile was harder to suppress than an AK.

Reynard and Dismas knew Lance well, seeing My Lord's crooked smile meant someone was about to be unlucky...