System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 914 - 278: All-Out War (10,000 Words) (5)

Before Godfrey could utter a word, a gaggle of young girls suddenly swarmed him and Danke.

Their arms were promptly encircled by the maidens.

Godfrey observed the young girls, their cheeks adorned with various powders.

He knitted his brows, turned his gaze to the portly man, and inquired in a hushed tone, "I am seeking Lord Lawrence."

The bloated man paid no heed, continuing his smile as he responded, "This Lord, Lord Lawrence, is currently indulging in pleasures previously unknown to him."

"It might not be convenient for him to see you at this moment."

"Furthermore, Lord Lawrence specifically instructed me not to disturb him unless it is of utmost importance!"

Godfrey’s frown deepened as he fixed his stare upon the corpulent man, speaking again in a low voice.

"I will repeat myself, I need to see Lord Lawrence!"

The smiling visage of the bloated man began to show a flicker of irritation.

He continued, "Lord Lawrence stated..."

*Creak~*

The bloated man's words were abruptly cut short.

Godfrey’s right arm moved with sudden force, flinging away the young girl who had been clinging to it.

His right hand then seized the longsword at his side, a metallic rasp echoing under the dim glow of the oil lamps.

A frigid glint flashed in the air.

*Crack~*

Following the sickening sound of fractured bones, a heavy thud reverberated.

*Thud!*

The bloated man experienced a sudden surge of light before his eyes.

Then, slowly.

An intense agony began to spread rapidly, consuming his senses and coursing through his entire body.

"Ah~ Ah~"

"My hand~ My hand~"

Piercing screams erupted from the bloated man's throat, echoing throughout the entirety of the brothel.

The sound was deafening, the cries agonizing.

Stirring those who had been lost in carnal delights.

Their eyes, filled with bewilderment and ire, scanned their surroundings.

Not only the patrons and the courtesans of the establishment.

Even the soldiers stationed as guards at the brothel's entrance rushed inside.

Upon witnessing Godfrey standing tall, his sword dripping with fresh blood,

And Danke positioned behind Godfrey, they gasped in astonishment.

Hearing the heavy footsteps approaching, Danke cast a brief glance over his shoulder at them, subtly raising his right hand in a dismissive motion.

Without any need for Danke to utter a command, the guards immediately bowed their heads and retreated, refraining from any inquiry.

The sudden commotion

Caused the young girls who had been surrounding Godfrey and Danke to recoil in alarm.

Godfrey, still gripping his longsword, cast his gaze downward upon the bloated man writhing in agony on the floor.

Despite the blood pooling around, staining the ground crimson.

Godfrey’s expression remained composed as he reiterated, "I stated, I am looking for Lord Lawrence."

On the ground.

The bloated man, his features contorted, beads of perspiration dotting his cheeks.

Managed to respond in ragged breaths between pained gasps.

"Lawrence... Lord Lawrence, is in the room on the third floor."

Godfrey shifted his gaze away from the injured man, sheathed his longsword, and proceeded towards the stone staircase located further within.

Danke offered a cursory glance at the groaning man before following close behind Godfrey.

Until the pair had ascended the stairs and vanished from sight.

The bloated man frantically yelled towards the guards who were keeping their distance.

"What are you waiting for? I'm practically dying! Quickly summon a physician to tend to my wounds!"

The guards, snapping out of their daze, began to move with hurried purpose.

In the main hall of the brothel.

The patrons, who had lost interest in their prior pursuits, exchanged puzzled glances.

While they might not have recognized the audacious middle-aged man who had acted so boldly.

They were aware of one crucial fact.

Spirit Reef Port had been forcibly seized by soldiers bearing the insignia of the Greatsword and Shield.

Even the Commander of City Defense, appointed by Marquis Leo Polk, had met his end upon the gallows.

As Godfrey and Danke’s figures disappeared from view, hushed murmurs began to circulate.

"What is happening now?"

"What situation? Don't you know? Since yesterday, Spirit Reef Port has been under their control!"

"Indeed, because they opted to secure Spirit Reef Port, we are still alive."

"Had they chosen a city-wide massacre, the repercussions would have been unthinkable!"

"Are you unaware of their identity? That emblem of the Greatsword and Shield..."

"It is the exclusive crest of the Ducas Clan!"

"..."

Though the voices in the first-floor hall were not raised aloud.

They reached the ears of Godfrey and Danke distinctly as they ascended to the third floor.

Godfrey chose to disregard the whispers.

In his estimation.

These individuals were nothing more than mere puppets, their base desires dictating their every move.

The Port had fallen, and they remained apathetic.

Consumed only by their carnal indulgences, irrespective of gender.

They were no different from livestock confined within pens.

The sole distinction lay in their human form.

Ascending the stairs to the third level, upon arriving on the third floor.

Godfrey didn't need to search; two soldiers of the Sword and Shield Corps, standing guard by a large double wooden door, came into his view.

Godfrey approached the entrance to the room directly.

Just as he was about to speak, the soldiers intercepted him, stating, "Commander, Lord Lawrence has decreed that no one is to disturb him at this time!"