C591 Even Though He Was Defeated He Was Still Proud

As night fell, the city grew silent, with only the night watchman patrolling the empty streets, his footsteps occasionally punctuated by the sound of his clapper.

A figure slipped past the watchman, feeling their way to the tightly closed doors of the Herb Hall. In the bright moonlight, the seal on the door was clearly visible. The person let out a mocking chuckle, moved to a corner of the wall