Shiyan Town's castle was less a nobleman's residence and more an oversized pillbox.
Massive, crude, sturdy, and impoverished.
The main hall had no tapestries, no chandeliers, only smoke-blackened stone walls and a few flickering braziers.
Ola Stonebeard was bare-chested, his bronze muscles gnarled and solid as rock.
His signature auburn beard was braided into two thick plaits that swung with his movements.
And at this moment, he was "amusing himself" with two of his Warriors.
"ROAR!"
Two burly Warriors clung desperately to Ola's waist, clearly using every ounce of their strength. Veins bulged on their necks, and their faces were flushed beet-red.
Ola let out a low growl, grabbed one of the Knights by his belt and collar, and used him as a weapon, swinging him around to send the other one flying!
THUD. The Knight who had been used as a weapon slammed solidly against a stone pillar. As he slid down, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
