Gascogne left, along the uncovered, railing-less canal outside his house window.
The sunshine is nice today, but it seems that the traces of last night's hunt have yet to be cleaned up, so the Yan Nan people walking on the road are few and far between.
And even among these sparse few, they carry an indelible restlessness and panic on their faces.
They carry newly bought daily necessities and incense in their arms, then hurriedly rush to their next destination.
Lann took one last look at the scene on the street through the slowly closing door.
The tense and panicked atmosphere in the city has become so thick it's exhausting, utterly impossible to hide.
"Lann, you've worked hard, you can go rest now."
Holding a duster, Lady Viola, who had just finished dusting, smiled at Lann.
"If anything happens, I will call you. Rest assured, Gascogne always sleeps and rests in the morning after the night of the hunt, and the children and I will stay quiet. You will sleep well."
