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The moment Banteno stepped back into camp, his smiling face immediately collapsed. Glancing sideways at the guards walking beside him, he snapped coldly, “Those slaves who sneaked out to watch the commotion, 15 lashes each.”
The guard nodded, but just as he was about to leave, he hesitated and asked, “What about Lady Sisteel?”
At the mention of the old woman’s name, Banteno’s face darkened even more. “30 lashes for her!”
Damn it.
If he couldn’t vent his anger on the New Alliance, at least he could vent it on these fools.
Just thinking about the looks on the bystanders’ faces made his chest burn with rage. He almost wanted to drag that brainless Centurion out and whip him too, but military officers in the Army held higher rank, and the internal factions were notoriously tight-knit. Even if that man was only a Centurion, Banteno...
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