"Done," Anfey sighed. He pull out his knife and gently blew on the streams of blood. Obviously, the material of the knife was far from the best in the world, so the blood was still left on the knife after a few blows.
Suzanna also heaved a sigh. Her face turned to the side as she lifted the sheet with the sword to cover Orwell’s body. Her heart was still pounding fast. She thought to herself, "A man’s body is so weird."
Anfey slowly walked to the candlestick and blew hard to put out the light. He thought to himself, "Even though I cannot blow off the blood on the sword, I could at least blow out the light." He walked to the window and gently lifted the curtain to see if anyone was on the street. The street was still empty. The combat power was released but was withdrawn very quickly, so no one should have noticed it.
