A day actually passed very easily.
Before one knew it, it slipped away. Day after day, people's lives slowly shortened amid their careless routines until they finally came to an end.
Night fell over New York, and the clinic was once again nearing closing time.
Sean stared speechlessly at the clock on the wall. What had he even done all day?
It seemed like he had spent a lot of time on Typhoid...
The downside of infinite stamina was obvious~
As someone with a girlfriend, how could he fail to control himself?
Go home!
Reflect!
Zelda had died once today. Strangely, 64 points of source essence had been deducted from Sean, yet the debt had not changed.
Those missing 64 points of source essence seemed to have been used to revive Zelda after her death.
That was not a bad thing. He did not have many people under him to begin with, and it was good to be able to save a life.
But...
Zelda was not his only debtor~
What if someone died a few times for no reason~
A massive deficit would appear in the ledger!
What would happen then?
Given the Black Ledger's nature, how could it possibly give anything away for free?
If he had not spent most of the afternoon on Typhoid, Sean definitely would have gone to see Zelda.
But... forget it today!
Whether he should go home and confess his inexplicable mistake was already enough of a headache. As for anything else... he had no time for it.
Still tangled up in his thoughts, Sean found that the roads were unusually clear tonight, leaving him little time to agonize.
The manor was very quiet today. There were no gunmen, no bullets, and aside from two guards near the gate, there was not another