The oil lamp's glow appeared at the edge of the corridor. Lu Li stepped out of the Long House, looking toward the twisted cultists and laborers in the distance.
The Crown of Thorns hanging by the door slipped onto Lu Li's shoulder, returning to his forehead to form a circlet once more.
"Did you help them?"
Just descriptions couldn't bring back such details, even the floor at the door worn out by friction was restored. Even the Mother of the Marsh had seen the Detective Agency in a dream.
"Just a little."
Lu Li nodded, expressing gratitude to the Mother of the Marsh and the craftsmen.
"I hope to see it reopen someday; I'll be the first customer," replied the Mother of the Marsh.
The laborers temporarily stored leftover boards, paint, and sand in the workshop next to Mrs. Phelin's bakery and returned to camp.
They would be used in future renovations.
