Ang rode his Magic Broom back to Bahoya City and headed straight for Marquis Yaglu's residence. Along the way, the sight of the refugee column kept replaying in his mind, especially the calm, composed demeanor of the blonde woman. Her bearing and temperament stood in stark contrast to everyone else's, as though hinting at something complicated.
After entering the marquis's estate, Ang was led to Marquis Yaglu's study. The room was dim, with heavy curtains blocking most of the sunlight. Yaglu stood beside his desk, studying a map. Hearing Ang's footsteps, he looked up with an indifferent gaze.
"Something wrong?" Marquis Yaglu's calm voice carried a trace of impatience.
"My lord, while patrolling outside the city, I found a group of refugees from Bain City," Ang reported concisely. "According to them, Bain City has fallen, and a large number of civilians were slaughtered by Hellhounds. They barely managed to escape and hope to seek shelter in Bahoya City."
Yaglu raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not seem particularly surprised. His gaze returned to the map in his hands as he said softly, "I know."
That was all.
Ang froze for a moment, wondering if he had misheard. "My lord, these refugees are in a terrible situation. They..."
"I said I know." Yaglu waved a hand, faint irritation seeping into his tone. "Since they are here, let the city guard deal with them. You need not concern yourself further."
Ang frowned slightly but said no more. He nodded and turned to leave the study. Behind him, Yaglu's cold voice still echoed in his ears.
He had barely stepped out of the room when Yaglu spoke again, this time to the guard at his side. "When will Claw and the others return? Have you contacted them?"
The guard immediately replied, "My lord,