Chapter 1936

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It looked like she might have to sleep against the wall tonight.

Suddenly, Vivian missed the days when only Manfred could see her when no one else could. If no one could see her now, she could easily sneak in at the right moment.

Things always had their pros and cons.

Meanwhile, Manfred, who was dealing with a pile of documents, suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a brief rest.

At that moment, Kemp entered, carrying a tray of tea.

Seeing Manfred with his eyes closed, he lightened his steps and carefully set down the teapot.

But just then, Manfred's eyes snapped open. And a name slipped out from his lips "Vivian."

Kemp rarely saw Manfred lose his composure. The only times he had were always related to Vivian.

Hearing that name now, Kemp quickly lowered his head, pretending not to have heard anything.

Manfred's dazed gaze sharpened the moment he saw Kemp before returning to its usual cold, emotionless state.

Kemp hesitated before saying, "My lord, why don't you rest and deal with these matters tomorrow? We've been traveling non-stop, and you haven't rested since arriving-you went straight to work.

"Even a body of iron wouldn't hold up. If Mr. Holland Senior finds out, he'll be heartbroken."

Bringing up Glen was always the best tactic.

Manfred pressed his temples, massaging them for a moment before coldly saying, "I'm going out."

Kemp froze. "Out? As in, outside the estate?"

He hesitated before adding, "The streets of Briarpatch are filled with corpses and beggars right now. The guards haven't even had time to clear them. There's nothing worth seeing. If you go out, you'll only find it frustrating."

Even someone as accustomed to death and bloodshed as he was had found the current state of Briarpatch unbearable to witness.

That bastard Quillan-what kind of official treated his people like this?

Manfred frowned. "I'm going."

There was a voice in his head urging him to go out and see.

It felt as if if he didn't, he would regret it.

The words echoed in his mind, over and over.

"Understood. I'll prepare the horses." Kemp immediately left to make

arrangements.

Briarpatch was too chaotic for Manfred to go out alone. They would need horses and a few guards to ensure his safety.

Manfred exited through the back gate of the government office 15 minutes later.

Several horses were already prepared.

One of the guards, watching as Manfred mounted his horse,

asked Kemp, "Why isn't the

lord leaving through the main gate?"

Kemp shot him a glare. "The main gate is crowded with people. If Mr. Atkinson left that way, it'd cause a

commotion. He just wants to a look around." fo

"Oh, that makes sense."

Indeed, no one lingered near the back gate-most people gathered at the front.

But this place had gone years without rain, and the air was thick with dust and

sand, making it hardly a pleasant sight.

Not to mention, with the recent

increase in deaths, there was a faint

stench of decay in the

seating and inescapable.

Manfred rode slowly, his pace unhurried and aimless.

Noticing this, a guard whispered to Kemp, "The lord seems to be in a bad mood

today."