The young militia captain followed Qin Ran's gaze to the pitch-black mayor's office and immediately drew the longsword at his waist.
Clang!
The sword left its sheath, startling everyone around them.
But they quickly realized something was wrong.
"Sir, I'll take some men to check it out!"
The young militiaman said to him.
"Mm."
"I'll inspect the Eddie Caravan's room."
Qin Ran nodded and did not stop him.
In his Perception, although that building was completely dark, there was no danger within it—neither hostile gazes nor any powerful aura.
On the contrary, there was a faint smell of blood inside the Dwarf's Goblet and Bowl inn.
Not the blood of pigs or sheep, but... human blood!
"Alright, you two, follow the sir."
"Sir, I'll be right back!"
The young militia captain made the necessary arrangements before quickly leaving with his men.
Only after the young man and the other militiamen had left did old Bick, the innkeeper, finally let out a long breath.
"Vaughn is good in every way, but he's just too serious."
"I watched him grow up, yet he won't give me even a little face."
Old Bick spoke as he shrugged self-deprecatingly.
"A serious young man isn't unpleasant, is he?"
Qin Ran said with a smile.
"Of course, of course."
"Sir, please come with me. I'll take you to see the rooms those people were staying in."
Old Bick nodded and smoothly yet politely led Qin Ran into the inn.
Without Qin Ran needing to ask anything along the way, Bick began introducing everything about the Eddie Caravan.
"The Eddie Caravan is a small caravan. Its core is the Eddie Family, with a total of around a dozen people. But small caravans have their own way of surviving: they band together, and most of the time, members