The victims were all "materials" that the Grass Thief had marked long ago.
'So, all I have to do now is wait for my prey to walk into the trap...'
「Five more days passed in the blink of an eye.」 In the rear garden of the City Lord's Mansion, Murong Yunhai, whose injuries were gradually healing, was already able to get out of bed and walk around.
It was now evening. With the occasional support of two maids, Murong Yunhai stretched his muscles and bones for the first time in a long while.
In a pavilion nearby, a few other maids were arranging several plates of exquisite medicinal cuisine brought from the rear kitchen.
The aroma of this cuisine alone seemed to sharpen one's senses.
Murong Yunhai had suffered such severe injuries, yet he was recovering so quickly. This was, of course, thanks to receiving the full battery of every possible treatment.
"Young Master, it's time to eat!"
An exceptionally beautiful maid waved at Murong Yunhai from the pavilion.
