Henry gripped the war hammer, an involuntary, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
'He loved this thing so damn much. If this book and pillow don't have any special effects, I'll just burn them and toss them in a shit pit!'
Henry stared at the thick book and pillow in his hands, thinking viciously.
He wasn't sure if it was because Jianqi and Slaanesh were still watching him, but as soon as the thought crossed Henry's mind, a wave of warmth emanated from the book and pillow in his hands.
Feeling the sensation, Henry sneered. He turned to face the nobles who were watching him quietly.
The nobles' gazes held only awe, but when they saw the war hammer in Henry's hand and the smile on his face, a chill ran down their spines.
A smile like that from Henry usually meant he had a new plan, and those plans were often accompanied by bloodshed and death.
'Looks like someone else is about to suffer!'
