The moon shone brightly, sparsely littered with stars, at midnight.
Inside Broland Manor, most of the rooms had extinguished their lights, silent and desolate.
In the courtyard, the guard force had not been reduced in the slightest; compared to daytime, it was even more stringent.
At the very least, those fierce Pitbulls had all been unleashed, scattered throughout the manor grounds.
Against a master, these vicious dogs had no combat power, but with several dozens of them, as long as they weren't instantly killed off in one swoop, they could still serve as a warning.
Raymond, who was in charge of patrolling the western wall, yawned several times in succession.
He said to the Leo beside him, "I don't know how much longer their meeting will last. It's already been three days, and I've slept less than ten hours in total."
