The noblewoman was furious. She put down the little girl in her arms and stood up shakily, tears streaming down her face, her makeup smeared. She pointed her finger, painted with Thousand-layer Red, at the fat and thin brothers who were feasting and shouted, "You two filthy beggars, give me back my daughter's life!"
Because their clothes were torn and tattered from maneuvering through the tunnel, and they hadn't changed clothes in days, they looked very dirty, so the noblewoman kept calling them beggars.
The fat and thin men completely ignored her, continuing to eat and drink to their heart's content.
The most urgent matter at present was to find the treasured sword, take it to the Elder to exchange for the antidote, and to save their lives was most important; everything else was just the clouds.
"Are you all fools? Hurry up, go and catch those two people, avenge the young miss. If they get away, I'll chop off your heads." The noblewoman shouted in exasperation.
