Leonard Churchill had no strong impression of the noble Elder Miss before, but after fighting a life-and-death battle with her, he found her quite admirable.
It would be better if she didn't die.
He expressed his gratitude again: "Thank you, elder."
Without her, Catherine Carter probably wouldn't have survived either.
The cloaked figure shook her head and said, "No need to thank me. Your friend has already paid the token of gratitude."
Hearing this, Leonard shrugged his shoulders.
The cloaked figure glanced at him and continued, "However, instead of worrying about your friend, you should be more concerned about your own situation."
Listening, Leonard remained calm. He knew exactly what the other party meant.
He hadn't noticed it before, but now, as his life was nearing its end, the feeling was becoming clearer and clearer.
There was a gentle breeze blowing through the dilapidated building, gently lifting his white hair.
