"How about this? You can rest for a few days, stroll around the town, and get used to your new life. I’m not like the Wizard. This will be your ho. As long as you follow the rules, no one will force you to do anything you don’t like."
Catherine simply nodded in silence; no one knew what she was thinking. At that mont, she noticed the sunlight shining on her. Reaching out, she touched it, feeling its warmth, and couldn’t help but murmur softly.
"The sun has risen."
"Yes, the sun has risen," Lance followed her gaze, a glimr of dawn light streaming through the window.
Lance, on the other hand, didn’t have so many sentintal thoughts; his mind was filled with curses.
Damn that Old Ancestor for making stay up all night again! Every hair I lose is a bullet, and I’ll make sure to unload them all into him! I’ll give him a real eye-opener with a cannon!
Lance made a ntal note of this; he was never soone with a good temper.
"I’ll speak to Susan about your situation. If you have any issues, you can look for her. I won’t disturb your rest then."
Lance then stood up and left the room. Catherine quickly checked it, ensuring no rituals, Curses, or similar dangers remained, before breathing a sigh of relief.
Where was the calm she had just shown when facing Lance? It was replaced by anxiety and unease, and it took a good while before she managed to calm down.
What should I do now? Run away?
At this thought, she cautiously approached the door. Carefully opening it, she found it unlocked, with no guard outside. Freedom seed only a step away.
I’ve only just escaped from the Wizard. I can’t believe soone capable of killing a Wizard and saving wouldn’t have a contingency plan. If I try to escape and fail, what will happen...?
The more somber a person’s thoughts, the more suspicious they beco; it’s easy to get entangled in such anxieties and beco conflicted.
After pondering back and forth for a good while, Catherine still couldn’t make up her mind. She decided to observe the situation for now before making any plans.
After leaving, Lance had no intention of going back to sleep but returned to his room to continue the work he hadn’t finished.
In his hands was the ledger found at the Ascension Sect’s camp, which docunted its operations. Lance also discovered sothing very interesting within its pages: the movent of personnel and supplies between different camps.
Where do these refugees co from? Where are they sent after completing their training?
So, after examining these clues, Lance figured that there must be at least three similar camps in the vicinity.
The two or three people eliminated each day wouldn’t be enough to sustain the consumption needs of hundreds, especially since they also have rituals to conduct.
Their source of food seed suspicious too, particularly the ntion of pigs.
At first, I hadn’t paid much attention to it. But now, recalling that pile of bones, so of them indeed didn’t look human.
Even in a place like Hamlet, where life is tough, pork is precious. The main source of protein is fish.
Where did the Ascension Sect get so much pork?
Looking over the information he had summarized, Lance fell into deep thought.
HUH!
The Nun lying on the crude bed suddenly awoke, stirred by the sunlight filtering through the window.
Her mory halted at the mont before she collapsed. Only when she picked up the Holy Canon and the mace lying beside her bed did she feel a sliver of safety. Whispering a prayer, she then observed her surroundings.
No imprisonnt, no deeper wounds... This seems to be an ordinary room.
She got up, faced the sunlight, and felt the divine power within her. Then, she cast a Divine Art on herself, clearing her groggy head a little.
Looking out the window, I can see townspeople passing by with smiles, greeting each other. This looks like a peaceful and tranquil small town.
Did the man from last night save ?
And just then, there was a knock at the door, a familiar voice coming through.
"Are you awake?"
The Nun realized it was the Witcher nad Geralt.
When she opened the door, she saw Geralt in full gear. His unique constitution as a Witcher had worked well; after a night’s rest, he looked much better.
"What happened last night? Was the monster killed?" The Nun seed a bit anxious, fearing what might happen if the monster had escaped.
"The man from last night is this place’s Lord. He killed the monster, rescued us, and brought us here. However, he requires us to abide by the rules and not use violence against anyone," Geralt explained.
Having been among the Transcendents for many years, Geralt knew sothing about their mutual taboos. He didn’t ntion that Lance had made the monster’s corpse disappear with a gesture.
The Nun in front of him, although not one of those fanatics, was still a part of the Church.
"May the Holy Fla protect him," the Nun said, relieved, offering a prayer for the kind-hearted man.
Just then, her stomach grumbled quite naturally. The previous night’s battle must have drained her significantly. Everyone needs to eat, regardless of their beliefs.
Geralt had already eaten. He had remained in the room purely to wait for her to wake up and remind her about fulfilling her commitnts, as they were, after all, companions who had fought together.
"Downstairs is a tavern. The food is average, but it’s enough to fill you up..." As he spoke, Geralt looked at the Nun quizzically. "You do have money, right?"
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