Colin slept through most of the day. When he woke near evening, he ate a huge meal, then went right back to sleep.
By the next morning, he had fully recovered and looked no different from the day before.
But Pan Long noticed a few new white hairs among the hair on his head.
The group set out for Velen City again. Buoyed by their success last time, they were full of energy and eager to press on.
Whenever they passed a house, Weimar and Joseph went in to search it. Unfortunately, every house had already been picked clean.
The rooms were a mess. Everything had been rummaged through, and nothing of value remained.
Clearly, far more than one group of scavengers had visited the city before them.
After more than a dozen fruitless searches, Weimar and Joseph grew disheartened. They finally understood that yesterday's good luck had been a fluke.
Colin took it in stride and even smiled as he reassured his sons. "Today is what things are usually like. If every scavenger came away with as much as we did yesterday, why would anyone think scavenging was dangerous?"
They headed toward the wealthy district. Around noon, they reached a stone bridge.
The broad bridge led to the villas where the truly rich had lived. It was wide enough for several carriages to travel abreast, but now it was completely blocked.
A large crowd of desiccated corpses had gathered on the bridge. Among them stood a burly man in rusted armor, motionless as a statue. Arrows bristled all over his body, making him look like a hedgehog, yet he leaned on a long halberd and still stood firm.
Everyone stopped.
"That's the famous fighter they called 'Thor the Thunder God.' I can't even remember his real name. I only