After the spoils had been divided, the camp was nearly finished being cleared out.
The stone-brick building at the center of the camp, once home to the Blackguard Marcus, had been given a quick cleaning and turned into Ye Wei'an's temporary residence.
Ye Wei'an gathered Cain, Volodya, and several Lv.3 knights, spread the confiscated parchment map across the table, and pointed out several red circles marked on it.
"The camp we just took was the Zhentarim's main hub within a hundred miles." Ye Wei'an looked up at his subordinates. "According to the map, there are three smaller outposts nearby. They rely entirely on this place for supplies and intelligence. Our attack went well, and we didn't leave a single survivor behind, but if their supplies stop coming for more than two days, they'll realize something's wrong and flee with everything they've looted."
With that, Ye Wei'an tapped the table. "So we can't give them a chance to catch their breath. Cain, Volodya, pass down the word. Have the soldiers eat their fill tonight, then get some rest. Only those on watch should stay up. Tomorrow, I'll lead the troops myself and clear out the outposts one by one. I want to wipe every trace of the Zhentarim from this region."
"Yes, my lord!"
Late at night, the entire camp had fallen quiet. Only the soft crunch of patrols' boots on fallen leaves echoed through the woods.
Inside the main house, pine logs crackled in the fireplace, their resinous fragrance masking the lingering smell of blood.
Ailian knelt by a low stool some distance away, mending the Wizard's robe by the warm firelight and flickering candlelight. She was completely focused on her needlework. During the day's fierce battle, the expensive silk robe had been ripped by the Blackguard's sword wind,