Xia Nan's clash with the gaunt man was extremely brief.
The other party had almost retreated after a single strike. The moment he realized he was no match, he made his decision, spitting out that misty light to buy time while seizing the chance to flee.
So by the time the adventurers rushing over to provide support reached the doorway, the man had already escaped to the window.
It was just like how he had avoided the perception of the many adventurers in the inn and slipped silently into Jeff's room.
The other party seemed to possess some kind of concealment ability. Once he broke away from everyone's line of sight, he vanished without a trace.
When the battle ended, the Halfling who had just provided Xia Nan with the inspiring sound of his instrument also entered the room along with the adventurers.
The mini Lute on his back was even still trembling with lingering notes.
Alton did not follow the others toward the window, but went straight to the bedside.
He took a small glass bottle filled with gray liquid from his robes.
The amount of potion in the bottle was only one-fifth full, or even less.
He shook it, then poured it all into the captain's mouth in one go.
Perhaps the medicine was remarkably effective, or perhaps it was because that gaunt man had gone farther away, but the cleanly severed wound on Jeff's left leg lost the support of that invisible force and began to gush blood like a spring.
The Halfling, meanwhile, very skillfully took out the Medical Tool Kit, disinfected the wound, stopped the bleeding, and wrapped it in bandages.
In no more than a few minutes, he had neatly completed the emergency treatment.
Jeff's originally pale, pained expression slowly eased.
His chest, which