Chapter 521 - 268: Assassination and Resentment_3

Kotaron remained silent, not speaking.

Vika nodded, "I understand your decision."

Vika gestured to his subordinates behind him.

The other Lynx Men immediately pulled out their sharp short knives from their bosoms.

They roughly tore at Kent’s clothing, quickly removing the young man’s pants.

Vika said indifferently, "We’ve done our homework and know what you care about the most."

"You haven’t had any children with other lovers."

"You only have this one son. Even if Kent cannot become a knight, you still haven’t given up on him."

Vika stood up and slowly walked towards the restrained Kent, the short knife spinning in his hand,

"He represents your family’s heritage."

He placed the short knife on Kent’s lower body, the cold blade pressed against the young man’s skin.

"So..."

Vika’s voice carried a threat, "You only have one chance to consider, Kotaron."

"Father! Father, save me!"

Kent struggled desperately, his voice full of fear and despair,

"I can no longer train; I can’t even be a man!"

Kent’s voice had turned into sobs, tears streaming down his cheeks,

"Father!"

"Are you really going to ignore your own son?"

"Mother is already gone, and you won’t care about me either?"

Kent cried and moved back into a dark corner.

His cries were both awkward and pitiful.

Kotaron bit his lip, his expression incredibly painful.

Blood seeped from Kotaron’s tightly bitten lip, but still, he refused to speak.

Vika saw this and stepped forward to grab Kent.

"Hold him down, use the knife."

Vika ordered, and the other Lynx Men rushed forward.

Just at the moment before the short knife was about to cut down, Kotaron’s voice finally rang out,

"Stop! I’ll speak!"

...

...

After a long time, Vika looked at the information recorded on the linen cloth and nodded with satisfaction.

With the intelligence obtained by the Night Language Association earlier, Red Griffin Castle was completely transparent in Vika’s eyes.

The number of guards, the defense map, the frequency of guard changes, everything was clear.

The most crucial thing was, Vika knew who should be killed, and who could be spared.

"I’ve said everything I need to say!"

Kotaron urged, "You can release my son, and send him away from here!"

Vika nodded.

The other Lynx Men immediately released Kent.

At that instant, the tension and fear on Kent’s face suddenly disappeared.

He wiped away his tears casually, calmly stood up, and dusted off the dirt from his body.

At this moment, Kent’s entire demeanor had changed, no longer the child crying out for help.

"Sir, my work is done."

Kent asked Vika respectfully, "You promised my reward..."

Vika nodded, his voice tinged with amusement,

"Rest assured, what I promised you will definitely be fulfilled."

"It will be delivered to you first as soon as the lord arrives."

"Thank you, sir."

Kent bowed.

"You all, you all..."

Kotaron was stunned upon seeing his son’s interactions with Vika.

It was clear that Kent was very familiar with the person in front of him.

"No, you all have deceived me!"

Kotaron suddenly realized, his son had acted out a play with the people capturing him!

He had been completely fooled!

"Why?!"

Kotaron looked incredulously at his son,

"Kent, why would you do this?"

"Why?"

Kent looked at Kotaron with not a trace of fear or guilt.

Anger gradually surfaced in his eyes,

"Because after you got together with Susanna, you ignored mother, even when she was sick, you still ignored her!"

"Because after mother passed away, you didn’t shed a single tear! You weren’t even at her funeral!"

"Because you change a lover every month, like a breeding pig in heat, never caring about my feelings!"

Kent grew increasingly furious, his voice becoming a near roar,

"Because I can’t become a knight, and this sir promised me that I’d become one!"

Kent’s hands trembled as he glared fiercely at Kotaron.

Vika sighed slightly beside him, and stepped forward to pat Kent’s back reassuringly.

Kent took a long breath to calm himself, and slowly said:

"Also, sir promised me, as long as you talked, you’d be spared."

Kent’s face was serious, his tone calm with a hint of ruthlessness,

"And I want the one who made you a breeding pig, dead."