Imperial Calendar, November 13, 1444, evening.
By the canal at Joan of Arc Castle.
The ground still showed the bloodstains from two days ago, dried black blood mixed with stones and soil, a stark reminder that the previous battle was no dream.
Standing on the dock, several rowboats bobbed on the water, the sunlight pouring over their white sails and onto Qianqian's shoulders.
Standing opposite her were Horn and a few protectors.
"Is everything arranged?" Horn looked at Qianqian and asked.
Qianqian nodded: "Everything is arranged, Your Eminence, what about Master Patrick?"
"He was very interested in that long-haired creature, and followed the latest wave of refugees to the Wild Spider Forest, by now he should have reached.
Master Patrick can also play the bone flute, allowing Jeanne to return to Joan of Arc Castle and bring back the last batch of refugees."
