Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 42

Pyotr scratched his neck vigorously.

“It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault!”

He bumped his knee against the dresser and looked down at his feet.

The servants avoided their master. While a servant trembled violently, the master dragged his ankles slowly along the floor.

Even the servants fled as if escaping that gloomy aura.

Creak.

Pyotr stepped onto the dirt path outside the mansion. His staggering steps tangled together, and he collapsed right there.

As he lowered his head, a dark shadow fell over him.

He looked down at the boot in his field of vision and shook his head.

“You look utterly wretched.”

The man was wrapped tightly in a robe. His low voice belonged to a middle-aged man, and beside him stood a stooped old man. The middle-aged man scolded him in a hushed tone.

“It’s quite a sight—crawling on the ground after losing everything. If the ancient worshippers saw this, they’d laugh. If you sink any deeper into darkness, you’ll crawl like a worm. The time has come.”

“…….”

“If the door opens soon, it’s time for you to awaken.”

The middle-aged man pressed Pyotr’s shoulder with his cane and whispered.

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