"My lord, this is the registered data. All the items have been moved to the front courtyard," Susan said, handing over a booklet.
Lance glanced briefly at it and set it down. "Has Reynard and his team returned yet?"
"Not yet, but items have been brought back continuously. They say they didn't encounter much resistance."
"Slaughter a pig, and bring out the smoked wolf meat from a few days ago. Tonight, we'll have a celebration feast in the square. Everyone is welcome to join. Bread and meat soup are free, and drinks are half price."
Lance gave the order. He wanted everyone to feel the joy of victory, strengthen the town's cohesion, and bring vitality to this gloomy town.
"Yes." As Susan was about to leave, Lance stopped her again.
"By the way, update me on that man's condition over the last few days and what happened today."
"Are you referring to Barton, my lord?"
"Yes, the one we rescued previously."
