After writing it down, he closed the notebook and swept his gaze over the brothers present.
"Listen carefully. These corpses are contaminated, so there's no need for an in-depth investigation, but we can't just leave them lying around."
"There's an empty stall at the very back of the first-floor stable. It can be sealed. Drag all the bodies there and pile them up, then seal the door from the outside. Cut the tentacles off the corpses embedded in the walls and throw those in too."
"Before we leave, burn it all clean."
He glanced at Old Muller.
"Once it's sealed, leave two men to watch that room. No one is allowed near it. By the time I let the residents come down, this place needs to be cleaned up."
Old Muller nodded and called the brothers over to get to work.
The Night Watchers moved quickly.
Two men went to carry the bodies from the tavern and kitchen, while two others took knives to the hallway to cut down the dried tentacles embedded in the walls. The rest carried bodies down from upstairs.
Lu Yuan lent a hand as well, dragging the corpses one by one into the empty stable stall.
The dead were heavy. The brothers worked up a sweat, their hands covered in dried blood and dust.
The three nuns were moved last. Lu Yuan personally picked up the Scripture that had fallen to the floor, placed it on the nun, and carried her over with the others.
After half an hour, every corpse in the inn had been cleared out. The door to the empty stall at the back of the stable was fastened shut from the outside with a copper bolt, and the gaps were stuffed tight with fodder.
Two Night Watcher brothers carried over a