Just before dawn.
Deacon Yazde returned with three teams of professionals.
Seeing the ground stained with fresh blood and corpses covered by white cloth, his expression became very gloomy.
He was lured out of town like a fool, and the Professionals Hall was nearly annihilated.
Regardless of the losses this time, the incident added a stain to his tenure as a deacon.
Deacon's Study.
"What's the casualty situation?" Yazde leaned on his cane and took a deep breath before asking.
Vice-deacon Slyther was sitting on the couch, stroking the tame Cheetah, "What do you hope for?"
"Slyther, I don't have time for your jokes."
