Chapter 167 Oril Defiles Jamole's Guts

• Oril had grinned hugely, clenched her teeth, raised her sword and about to send a blow that would behead Lord Mayor when a shuffling walker lurked at the door. She raised a furrowed brow, paused her hand and quickly hid the sword under the bed.
• “Who the hell is that?” she murmured and her eyes combed around for the unwanted guests that lurked at the corridor. She thought she heard a shuffling walker but what she could hear right now was the shuffling of innumerable feet as though the entire packs were coming to pay Lord Mayor a visit.
• The next thing she heard was the door creaking and opening to a party of female slaves. All scantily dressed, blushing and making a noise, they were being led by Jamole.