The adventurers who had been called out gathered together and left the Lucavaro District City Patrol office.
Charlotte once again worked his silver tongue, urging the remaining adventurers to pitch in and clean up and repair the office.
Falcon Street Number One had two office buildings. One served as a "dormitory," while the other contained the offices. They could accommodate nearly a thousand people for living and work, and there was even a stable—though it was completely empty now, without a single horse or carriage.
This was the outer city, after all. Its living facilities could not compare with those of the Upper Seven Districts. There was no piped water, only a well.
By the time the people sent out to buy food and ale returned, Charlotte had already directed the adventurers in putting the office into decent shape.
After eating and drinking a little, the adventurers loosened up. Several female adventurers even performed cheerful dances in public.
After all, their lives outside the city had never been this comfortable. Though most still did not fully trust Charlotte, their emotions had settled down.
Charlotte did not stay with the adventurers. He hired a carriage back to his residence in Picardy District.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw two letters. Beside the front gate of Champs-Élysées Avenue Number 58 was a slot for letters and newspapers, with a collection box inside the room. It was a standard feature of slightly more upscale residences.
One letter was from his senior, Menilman, and the other was from Miss Anne.
Charlotte had not been in Strasbourg these past few days. He guessed that neither woman had found him, so they had both left letters. He opened Menilman's letter first. Its contents were simple: "Remain calm for now. No matter what