Miss Nan still came down the stairs... She was carrying Assath on her back.
Assath had been found in the home of a barber at the village entrance. He had probably been blown inside during the great battle, and then lost consciousness.
Aside from Assath, Miss Nan had also been responsible for recovering Durand, Liwal, and Mr. Jacques, who was on the verge of death.
She had pushed them all to Rose Mansion in a wooden cart, using every bit of strength she had.
In any case, no one cared about her... Nan Xiaonan directly threw Assath onto the ground, then intended to climb back up the stairs and carry the remaining fellows down as well.
A working man had a working soul; working people were the elite of humanity. If she did not move bricks hard enough today, the ground would not be steady enough later. Not steady enough.
The young man in white said nothing, and Bertrand was also dumbfounded... Miss Asman hid in the corner and silently watched Miss Nan, who seemed to have entered some strange state, carry people down one after another until she had brought everyone back.
She clapped her hands, then supported her lower back with both hands and twisted it. "...Why are all of you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"
As she spoke, Miss Nan turned her head, put on an obedient expression, and quickly returned to Boss Luo's side.
Not only was she obedient, she was also sensible enough to lower her head slightly and stand behind him, looking exactly like a low-ranking maid in a wealthy household in ancient times.
"Jacques..." The young man in white's gaze fell on Mr. Jacques, whose chest was barely rising.
Mr. Jacques had clearly fallen into an extremely serious coma.