C282 The Clairvoyance

"Utterly useless, all of you!" Milow, seeing no one respond, shot a few pointed looks. A group of young men in lavish attire emerged from the gaps in the crowd and swarmed around Karl.

"Finish him!"

At Milow's bellow, his cohorts drew their weapons from their waists—mostly longswords and rapiers, the sort favored by young nobility. Typically