The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 362

Frostpeak, within the Northguard City, stood the Northguard Imperial Residence.

At this moment, the King of Northguard sat on his bed, attempting to recover from his severe injuries. The King of Northguard, now bearing the scars of a severe injury, was far from his former self. This was the consequence of the booming command issued by Gavin.

When he regained consciousness, he returned to the familiar chambers of his Northguard Imperial Residence.

However, besides his physical condition, everything else seemed to be in order. Yet, there was one glaring difference-the attitudes of his servants had undergone a significant shift.

His loyal subjects had shown unwavering respect in the past, bowing and kneeling before their sovereign. But now, though they still went through the formal motions of showing respect, their expressions betrayed a subtle contempt.

They appeared lazy, and as soon as the formalities were completed, they departed abruptly, displaying little regard for their Master. Their eyes even bore a hint of impatience.

The wounded King of Northguard lay helpless on his bed, his voice feeble as he called out, “Someone, fetch me some water!”

The servants sauntered in lazily, barely sparing a glance for the King of Northguard on his bed. Then, a cacophony of clattering followed as a coffee pot crashed to the floor.

One of the servants approached with a cup of lukewarm coffee and plunked it down in front of the King of Northguard, impatiently muttering. “Have it!”

The King of Northguard accepted the cup. Not only was the coffee tepid, but it seemed like it had been left sitting for days.

His frustration surged, and he forcefully slammed the cup onto the floor, barking at the servant, “I’m not dead yet, and this coffee is ice-cold. It seems like it hasn’t been changed in days. Pour me a fresh one!” The servant looked irritated and snapped. “You should count your blessings. Look around and see who else is here to cater to your needs. If you don’t want it, then don’t drink it.”

With that, the servant departed hastily.

Only the King of Northguard remained seated on his bed, gasping for breath.

Each time the King of Northguard witnessed the disdainful attitudes of his subordinates, a sharp pang of bitterness pierced his heart.

It had reached a point where, despite his severe injuries and his confinement to bed, there was not a soul in sight to attend to him.

Even the simple act of quenching his thirst demanded that he muster the strength himself.

The seeds of resentment had taken root in the King of Northguard’s heart.

With a slow and painful effort, he attempted to rise from his bed, grasping the edge for support. His goal was to fetch a glass of hot water. Yet, he soon realized that his frail body lacked the strength for such a task.

lay back onto the bed and

“Someone, please!

“Is anyone there?

“I need water!

everyone abandoned me?

“Someone!”

Northguard’s repeated shouts-seven or eight times, his voice grew hoarse, and

the residence remained deaf to

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as though it housed only the

tightened his fists, the very thought of his current suffering at the hands of Gavin kindling a fiery resolve. He bellowed, “Gavin, I curse your existence” With immense effort, he once more struggled to

away the layers of accumulated dust, which transformed into a fine mist that dissipated into the air He gingerly

an incredibly dated pager, of

of Northguard ran his fingers over the

sound echoed in the room, and the screen was

this archaic pager was not only operational but could even make phone

a deep

the other end spoke, belonging to a middle-aged man with a touch of

this, the King of Northguard’s eyes

the voice on the other

a stern voice broke

dare to harm a member of my prestigious

newly constructed grand residence of the Clifford family, those warriors who had fallen unconscious

by one, they slowly rose from their beds, their voices tinged with

is aching all

my head feels incredibly

as though a powerful force was bearing down on

moment, members of the Frostpeak Dark Warriors entered the room, noticing that the group of warriors who had been

solemn expressions, taking a step forward and speaking

grave tones.

that warriors experience this every month, and it’s a routine phenomenon. Do you understand? Refrain from delving into matters. you shouldn’t. Just follow the instructions given by the Dark

the Frostpeak Dark Warriors’ words, the bewildered warriors