Janet, clad in tight leather armor, her voluptuous figure was perfectly accentuated.
What was more.
Due to her previous confrontation, the leather armor on her body had slightly sagged.
The round, snow-white contour in front seemed to want to break free and burst forth.
But at this moment.
Barnaby, Theodore, and Will had no more jesting thoughts.
Feeling the icy aura emanating from Janet, their faces were full of terror.
Barnaby, kneeling on the ground, looked up at Janet, his mouth full of questions.
"Janet, what do you intend to do? We are all estate lords enfeoffed by Marquis Ducas!"
"You have no right to decide our life or death!"
"Hurry and release us!"
Janet's lips curled into a cold smile.
She looked at Barnaby with disdain and contempt.
"Release you?"
"Release you to gather more soldiers, bring more cavalry, and attack Frank Manor?"
"Barnaby Manor Lord, I think you are well aware, the moment your Three Great Estates decided to unite against Frank Manor."
