Just as he approached Ford, upon hearing such words, Aiden swung his scimitar down.
Crack!
The sound of the blade slicing through bone echoed.
As the sound subsided, Ford's head hit the ground with a 'thud' and rolled away.
Aiden's low voice emerged from his mouth.
"This is my territory; no one can take it away!"
Wiping his scimitar clean with a handkerchief, Aiden sheathed it.
He glanced down at the small piece of golden soft armor exposed in front of him, somewhat sighing.
"Old Ball's soft armor is indeed quite good."
"If he hadn't given it to me, maybe he wouldn't have died..."
In Aiden's mind, he immediately thought of the two young women from earlier.
"No, it's better that he's dead!"
Returning to his seat, Aiden shouted loudly towards the door: "Come!"
A few seconds later.
A follower quickly ran upstairs and, upon seeing the scene before him, his eyes widened instantly.
Though a bit shocked inside, he still maintained his composure.
