After entering the castle.
The group of Silvermane Guards split into several batches.
One batch remained on standby near the castle.
Then three batches conducted searches in various corridors and rooms.
The remaining personnel followed Bronya to find the owner of this castle.
Although this place was smaller than Qlipoth Fort.
The interior decorations in its corridors, as well as the vases and potted plants beside each room, were worth no less than those in Qlipoth Fort.
Bronya could be completely certain that if Sampo and Zeig were here, they'd probably go crazy with joy.
"Oh, Captain, these are all tributes offered by those commoners outside. If you like them, feel free to take a few back!"
The old butler noticed Bronya staring at those ornaments and politely called out.
"No need. I don't like these things."
The group kept walking. Suddenly, the old butler walking behind Bronya let out a surprised sound:
"Huh? How is there such a crumpled cigarette here?"
He squatted down, picked up the cigarette, sniffed it, and sneered disdainfully:
"Heh, such cheap tobacco—even our servants here wouldn't smoke this kind of stuff."
The old butler glanced around, inwardly convinced this had been dropped by one of the Silvermane Guards.
So he spoke up:
"Brothers of the Silvermane Guards, if you don't mind, we have some fine tobacco here as well…"
"That's mine," Bronya said calmly.
"What?"
Under the old butler's shock, Bronya very naturally took the Furong Wang cigarette from his palm and casually tucked it into her pocket.
What the hell?
It wasn't rare for women to smoke, but for Bronya—the prospective Supreme Guardian—to be smoking such cheap Furong Wang?
It was way too beneath her status.
"Hehe, I was presumptuous. Captain, I apologize here."
Suppressing the contempt in his heart, the old butler continued:
"Keep going forward—the room at the very end is Master's. But he's resting right now, so please keep your movements light."
"Wake him up directly."
"What?"
Before the old butler could react, Bronya slowly stepped forward and walked to the end.
She directly grasped the handle of that large door and gave it a gentle twist.
The next moment.
The door didn't budge at all.
"…"
"Captain, when Master sleeps, he usually locks his room!" The old butler wiped his sweat with a handkerchief while smiling obsequiously.
"I said, a terrorist has infiltrated here. We came this time precisely to confirm your master's safety," Bronya said gravely.
"Our master is perfectly safe. What terrorist? There's no such thing at all…"
Before the old butler could finish, Bronya waved her hand. The Silvermane Guards behind her immediately surged forward and smashed the door open with a "bang"!
When those Silvermane Guards rushed in, they indeed saw a large bed.
The bed was enormous—to put it without exaggeration, it could fit all the dozens of Silvermane Guards present lying on it and still allow them to roll around freely.
A fat old man looked at the doorway in shock, clutching the white sheets to cover his body. His face flushed red as he roared angrily:
"Who the hell are you people! How dare you barge in without my permission? Such audacity! Guards—drag them out!!"
On his bed were many fair-skinned women hurriedly grabbing their clothes and putting them on, looking in panic toward the door.
They were all extremely attractive and had excellent figures—some dressed as students, some as teachers, some as nurses… a total of nine, each disheveled.
Bronya stood behind the Silvermane Guards and couldn't see the exact situation clearly, so she asked:
"Are they still alive?"
An officer standing at the very front replied:
"They're… still alive. Just a bit… spirited."
"Captain, can we handle the rest? You go inspect other areas first—we'll search this room thoroughly."
"…"
"Fine."
After Bronya left, the officer at the front shouted loudly:
"Count ***! What exactly are you doing? As a noble, is your private life this chaotic?!"
"What?"
The ruddy-faced Count *** still hadn't reacted fully. In a daze, he seemed to have caught words like "Captain Bronya."
He silently stared at the surging Silvermane Guards pouring through the door, narrowing his eyes.
Without his order, even Silvermane Guards shouldn't have been able to enter.
Since the butler had let them through, that meant at least someone with very high rank was leading.
That girl Bronya had actually come in person.
"Ahem, sorry about that."
The fat old lecher silently put on his clothes.
While he was dressing, the others were also dressing.
"Count ***, aren't you going to explain properly what you're doing?"
"Explain?"
"Oh, these are doctors I invited. We were just conducting some special treatment using certain folk remedies."
"Folk remedies? What kind of folk remedy needs so many people? I think the situation is already quite obvious."
"?"
Unexpectedly, facing the officer's questioning, the fat old man grew even angrier. He slapped the bedside vase and shattered it on the floor with a loud crash.
Roaring furiously with veins bulging:
"You—a mere Silvermane Guard officer—where do you get the nerve to act wild on my turf?!"
The officer glanced at the vase shards on the ground and said sharply:
"Count, please watch your language."
"Hmph, watch what language?"
The old man, now wearing pants, grew even more imposing. Wearing slippers, he stepped forward aggressively, right up to the Silvermane Guard officer.
Pointing at his head, he cursed:
"I'm warning you! Find out properly how much weight our family carries in Belobog! Our family has existed since the very founding of Belobog! You dare point fingers at me? Are you even worthy?"
"Hmph! Know your own place first! Call Bronya over—that girl grew up under my watch! Let her come talk to me!"
The Silvermane Guard officer still refused to yield an inch:
"Here…!"
"Get out—!!!"
"…"
The fat old lecher grew even more furious. He shoved aside the women behind him, pushed through the Silvermane Guards without a care, and left this extremely spacious room.
After he left, the vast room instantly fell deathly silent.
The Silvermane Guard officer stood silently in place.
His fists clenched so hard they creaked.
"This damned old bastard."
A commotion came from the corridor.
Those private troops in red armor saw the fat old lecher emerge and immediately started complaining one after another.
"Master, they even stepped on me."
"They simply don't take you seriously at all! Even mentioning your name didn't work!"
"Exactly—they don't even smoke Furong Wang!"
The fat old lecher waved his hand impatiently:
"Enough, enough. None of you fired your guns, right? Afterward, I'll contact the main family. I can't handle Bronya, but these Silvermane Guards… I'll make sure they taste some real bitterness!"
…