Time flew.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Amid the black fog, Raven flew swiftly toward Silent Town from the distant sky, his expression grave.
Over those three days, he had reported everything about the boy's condition and all the abnormalities he had displayed to their matriarch, and held extensive, heated discussions with several senior members.
They had tentatively ruled out the possibility that the target was a Plague Doctor.
The logic was simple: every creature who followed the path of the Plague Doctors was, without exception, a chaotic evil being.
They would neither use such a method to infiltrate their ranks nor stoop to doing so.
The Pighead Butcher and Blood Saw he had mentioned still required further investigation and verification.
The matriarch had issued her orders.
They could vote among themselves on whether to admit him into the ranks of the Night Doctors.
The reasoning was also very simple. His evil abilities could easily turn him into a monster who spread evil and terror, so they might as well take him in to prevent him from turning evil later.
After all, if they took in all the evil creatures, there would be none left outside.
"Three days already. I wonder how things are going in town."
Raven frowned slightly, worry weighing on his mind.
He was deeply concerned that his subordinates might have mocked the boy or subjected him to unauthorized punishment.
After all, because of the earlier incident when the curse went out of control, his subordinates had absolutely no goodwill toward the boy. A beating would have been getting off lightly.
Things were fine when Raven was there, since he could keep them under strict control.
But with him gone these past few days...
His brows knitted tightly. "I hope nothing bad has