After the battle, the area around the Night Watcher base was a complete mess.
Everywhere bore signs of damage, mixed with bloodstains that had yet to be cleaned.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the lingering scent left behind by evaporated Holy Water.
Night Watchers hurried back and forth, carrying stretchers to treat the wounded. Some counted material losses, while others reinforced the damaged defensive structures.
Lu Yuan leaned against the corridor wall, resting with his eyes closed.
The consecutive battles and drain on his sanity had left him utterly exhausted, and his temples still throbbed faintly.
In the corner of his vision, grayish-white words floated silently:
[Sanity: 37/71]
The effects of the Primary Holy Water had already weakened. The third sip had restored only two points. He probably would not be able to do much for the next couple of days.
"Lu Yuan."
A hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.
Lu Yuan opened his eyes and saw Old Morgan standing before him.
The old man had changed into a clean, dark overcoat, and his hair was neatly combed. He looked far more alert than before.
Yet the exhaustion and gravity in his eyes could not be concealed. It was clear that Old Morgan had paid a considerable price to rush back so quickly.
"Come with me."
Old Morgan said nothing else. He merely gestured for Lu Yuan to follow, then turned and walked deeper into the corridor.
Lu Yuan followed him.
The two arrived at a relatively intact small room.
Old Morgan shut the door, took out a pen and a thick notebook from inside his coat, and sat down at the table.
"I'm about to go to the inner city to meet the Viscount." Old Morgan looked at Lu Yuan sharply. "All