Faraway from the relatively peaceful night in Sorvando, the same night seemed to be a little harsh on select few people in Xanmar.
Regulus was still doing everything in his power to come closer to catching the murderer of his brother. No matter how bad his relationship with Romulus was, he still wanted to find the culprit and give them the harshest punishment.
After all, his pride didn’t allow him to let the murderer of the bearer of his family name roam around freely.
“Has there been any progress, Milord?” Jake asked Regulus after joining the young lord in the garden in the middle of the night.
Regulus was sitting down on a rocking chair with his legs crossed. He had a burning cigar in between his lips. Although the weather was a little chilly, Regulus was enjoying the soft cool breeze, and also the company.
Regulus lifted his eyes from the battered and bruised man who was kneeling in front of him with his head down and glanced at Jake who had just joined him.
