“Prefectural Office guards, here to clear the scene...”
Just after Zhao Er called out, the footsteps ahead stopped. Only then did someone speak.
“Prefectural Office guards? Come in!”
Confusion showed on Zhao Er's face, but after a brief moment of thought, he still let them into the courtyard. He himself, however, retreated several steps beneath the eaves.
Only after Zhao Er finished speaking did the footsteps resume, and a group filed inside.
They all wore official uniforms Zhao Er had seen before, but each kept his head lowered and eyes downcast. After entering the small courtyard, they completely ignored Zhao Er and headed straight toward the bodies.
Their movements were practiced and perfectly coordinated. They exchanged no words throughout, touched nothing else in the courtyard, and never glanced around.
Under Zhao Er's gaze, they began clearing away the bodies. The whole process was utterly silent, like a mime performance. In mere moments, they had wrapped up the bodies on the ground and carried them out.
They came quickly and left just as quickly. Had bloodstains not remained in the courtyard, Zhao Er might even have suspected that the bodies had vanished into thin air.
The Prefectural Office even has people specifically assigned to handle this? Are they trying to maintain order, or are they after those bodies?
Only after they departed did that thought flash through Zhao Er's mind.
Zhao Er had been in this world for quite some time and had visited the Prefectural Office, but in his impression, it had little presence. Most of the officials and soldiers he had seen were ordinary people.
He had never even seen a martial artist serving the Prefectural Office before. Now it seemed that it did have martial artists—they were simply hidden very deeply.
*Forget it. Since the Prefectural Office doesn't