e Family?" Vlad asked flatly. There was deep hatred and anger hidden in his eyes.

All the people on Thales’ side felt their hearts shudder.

The thing they were worried about the most had happened.

With a pale expression, Shiles looked at the one in charge of the place—Count Levan.

The count sighed. Then, with a complicated expression on his face, he cast a glance at the rigid Vlad.

"It seems like you have not told us the truth, Your Grace." Count Levan scanned the people in the carriage fleet before he coldly stated, "As expected of a Camian."

Marquis Shiles sighed, and cast a resigned gaze at Thales.

Thales only felt his hands turn cold.

"They do not belong to our side."

Could Levan turned to Shiles and Thales. With a hostile expression, he shouted, "They are people with ulterior motives!"

The count swung his arm and ordered his men callously.

"Seize all of them!"