In Mulan's room at the inn, Number Six snipped away the blood-soaked bandages bit by bit, exposing the split wounds beneath. He kept frowning as he held the scissors.
"Sir, are you sure you don't need us to bring in a doctor?"
"No. Just clean the wounds and change the dressing."
Mulan sounded like a real tough guy, but in truth, he could barely feel any pain anymore. Instead, his wounds felt a little numb and itchy.
The wounds had already been stitched during the previous treatment, so there was no need to stitch them again. All they needed was some alcohol to clean away the blood. He had only asked for help because someone else could more easily reach the awkward spots.
What alarmed Number Six even more, however, was how Mulan had received these injuries. Who could have left such horrific wounds on the powerful, mysterious Lord Jonester? And judging by their appearance, they were clearly bites from something inhuman.
"Sir, if I may ask, these wounds..."
Mulan glanced at him. Building his prestige within the Dilga Empire was also quite necessary, so after a moment's thought, he decided not to hide anything and told him the truth.
"A few days ago, I fought a powerful silver-maned werewolf. I received these wounds while killing him. They look serious, but they're really just flesh wounds. There was no lasting damage."
Mulan deliberately made it sound trivial, but he knew that an intelligence operative from the Seventh Department would certainly know something about Silver Mane. At the very least, he would know about the Holy Temple's lists.
Sure enough, Number Six immediately looked shocked.
"Lord Jonester, do you mean the Mad Biter, the terrifying werewolf on the Holy Temple Gray List?"
Mulan had no reason to conceal that either, and