Isaac walked into the room. The sword in his hand flashed with a cold light.
He stared at the Baron who was looking at him in shock and anger.
"I will ask once. Bring me the land acquisition documents for the farms. If you fail, there will be consequences," Isaac said.
"Who are you to order me—"
The baron snapped his mouth shut when he noticed Isaac's calm gaze. Only a madman could cause so much chaos, and look completely unperturbed.
The Baron knew to not question a madman. Listening to them was the best choice.
"Hans! Bring us the documents from the office!" the Baron shouted. Hans was his son. To teach him how to manage the barony, the Baron had assigned him the role of personal butler.
No response came.
"Hans!" the Baron roared at the top of his lungs.
"O-Okay, Father," a meek voice answered from somewhere on the ground floor. Both Isaac and the Baron heard it clearly with their enhanced senses.
The two then entered the office.
