The old lord's snores rose and fell. Tortured by the parasitic eggs and exhausted by several days of working day and night, he was utterly spent, body and soul. Even with the parasitic eggs removed, he would not live much longer. At most a month, at least half a year—then the old lord's vitality would run dry, and he would die.
Anyone with eyes could see that Su Xiao had saved the old lord's life. The attendants who had surrounded him were all wearing awkward expressions.
"Cough, this way, my lord."
One of the attendants bowed apologetically.
"You must be exhausted from your journey, my lord. Why not rest first..."
"No need. Take me to that water source."
"Yes."
One of the old lord's trusted attendants exchanged a glance with a servant nearby, signaling for him to prepare guest rooms, food, and the like.
"This way, my lord."
Following the trusted attendant out of the castle, they were met by a charred smell. Half the city had been reduced to cinders, so it was easy to imagine what the air inside smelled like.
Half the civilians had been displaced, and the streets were filled with misery. Civilians tormented by parasitic eggs wailed loudly. Not everyone had the old lord's endurance.
As soon as he reached the street, Su Xiao saw several shriveled corpses. Based on his senses, the parasitic eggs were still inside them. If the witches wanted to obtain this thing, it would not be a simple process.
"What do you do with these corpses?"
"Burn them all."
"Who is responsible?"
"Lord Awakin."
The trusted attendant lowered his head as he spoke, his gaze darting away.
"Bring him to me."
"This..." The trusted attendant looked troubled. "My lord, it's like this: There are too many corpses in the city,