Nightfall shrouded Baron Harold's Manor.
Unlike Oak Manor, owned by the Doyle family, which was meticulously detailed, this manor was similar to the former Kemir Manor; it expanded outward from the central building, boasting beautifully decorated plazas, fountains, and driveways, particularly the area where carriages were parked by the plaza and the nearby stables, which occupied a large area, large enough to accommodate twenty carriages.
And now?
The ground was covered with overgrown weeds.
The once glorious beacon fires and bustling voices had been replaced by a lone oil lamp and an eerie silence.
But the next moment, that silence was shattered—
Whoo!
The whistling sound of the wind tearing through the air rushed forth.
Immediately, two gentlemen burst out of the main building.
The middle-aged man held a longsword and a firearm.
The elderly man clutched a walking stick, which, unlike others that served merely as ornaments, truly supported his body.
