After the Church Hunter left, Lann closed the door again and walked to Viola's side.
"Don't panic yet, madam."
The housewife was at a loss. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, yet she instinctively crouched down to pick up the broken porcelain plates.
The pieces clinked softly in her trembling hands.
It wasn't until Lann pressed her shoulder that she seemed to suddenly come back to her senses, collapsing and murmuring incredulously.
"How could it be like this... never encountered... two consecutive nights of hunting!"
Lann quickly recovered from his initial shock and rationally questioned Viola.
"Has Yan'an ever experienced consecutive hunting nights?"
"N-never!"
"How much incense did Gascogne bring back?"
Viola clasped her hands together as she stood up: "He bought five blocks, each enough to burn throughout an entire night."
As she said this, her expression slightly calmed, as if she gained some courage from the reliable incense in the face of the abnormal event.
