Chapter: 428
Not many knew of that name, but that man had a popular nickname–the Executioner!
He had an infamous reputation for being the human butcher who sliced people like butter.
There were three great generals in the Rhys family–the Executioner, the Sword Whisperer, and the Drunken Maniac. Each one of them was enough to shake the country.
The Executioner, Alfred Horst, was the strongest of them all. He was so terrifying that kids would cry at the mention of his name. Rumor had it that he had his first battle when he was 18 years old and ended up slaughtering tens of thousands of foes.
His cruelty and violence earned him the title of the Great Executioner. After he started working for the Rhys family, not many got to see him, but his reputation did not diminish in the slightest. This was because he was the one who got rid of anyone who offended or threatened the Rhys family.
Not many knew what he looked like because the majority of those who saw his face were already dead.
His ruthlessness made him the leader of the three great generals. And he terrified the officials in Dragonmash. Everyone knew that once the Executioner visited someone’s home, that family would never see daylight again.
Still, Phineas couldn’t understand what he’d done that led the Executioner to his home.
It was at that moment that Phineas felt pure terror.
Who would have thought that the plain old man in front of him was the Executioner?
Why had the Executioner visited them personally?
“How dare you hit me!” His head spinning, Matt pulled himself up and roared.
“You’re dead! It’s over for all of you! Men, finish them off!”
“Stop!” Phineas yelled before falling to his knees before the old man. He frantically begged.
“Sir Albert, we don’t know what we’ve done to incur your wrath, but please forgive us.”
“Have you gone crazy, Dad? Why are you groveling?” Matt was in disbelief. He didn’t understand why his dad was begging the old man for forgiveness when they were on the winning side.
“What do you know, you moron! We can’t afford to mess with them, so hurry up and kneel!” Phineas frantically signaled Matt.
“I’m not kneeling!” Matt looked around maniacally.
“What do you mean we can’t afford to mess with them? There are only three of them. We’ll be able to drown them with just the piss of our men alone!”
“Y–y–you dumbass! Do you have any idea what you’re saying? This is the Executioner we’re talking about!” Phineas‘ face was ashen. In front of the Executioner, they were merely ants waiting to be squashed.
“What executioner? I’ve never even heard of him! He’ll still die today even if he’s God!‘ Matt shouted arrogantly.
Alfred chuckled when he heard that.
“Interesting. I almost don’t wish to kill you now.”
“You think losers like you can kill me? Arrogant bastards!” Matt sniggered. Last night’s events had twisted him inside, and he yearned to let that hatred out.
“It’s over. Everything’s over.” Phineas collapsed onto the floor, his face pale. Why did he have to have such a stupid son? How could Matt hurl insults at the Executioner?