Chapter 160 The Viceroy's Estate Was Unworthy

Gideon's hands were icy cold, covered in fine, fresh wounds that had yet to scab over.

Looking at his face, the once unruly youth was now haggard beyond recognition. His clothes were filthy, his hair disheveled, and his body marked by wounds both large and small, making him resemble a vagrant.

This time, his eyes were filled with regret. He stared intently at Isolde, his eyes trembled, his demeano