The night still felt long, and the remnants of the failed rebellion were being cleaned up by Melissa.
I wasn't very active in dealing with this rebellion because I didn't think it was crucial to me. This rebellion had also failed and didn't come into the main storyline.
My involvement in this rebellion event caused by the bandits' attempt to kill Doctor Portia.
As someone who became representative and responsible for this refugee camp, she was naturally became a target for bandit raids. Her reason for sleeping with me was now clear, just to safe herself.
From a distance, I could see Doctor Portia enjoying herself with a bottle of potion in her hand. To a ordinary person point of view, it would look like Doctor Portia was treating an injured patient, but to me, who already understood Doctor Portia's personality, it looked like a crazy doctor testing a potion on a guinea pig.
