Lu Qing lit the lamp, picked up the golden mask from the desk, and put it back on his face. Zhu Yu also sat up, put on his leather mask, and tidied up his clothes.
Footsteps from outside resounded closer. Zhu Yu listened intently and felt it was only one person's footsteps. As he was wondering, he saw Rune, wearing a bronze mask, carrying a person into the room.
The person he was carrying barely skimmed the ground with his feet, frightened as if soul-deprived by Rune's sudden rush.
Rune dragged him inside, threw him to the ground with a thud, turned to close the door, and picked up the items that were thrown in from the bed seam to hand over to Lu Qing.
Only then did Zhu Yu realize that what had been sent inside was actually a ledger.
Lu Qing brushed the dust off the ledger and placed it beside him, raising his eyes to glance at the person who had just climbed off the floor.
At this moment, Zhu Yu recognized the person—it was the dark-faced man who had previously shown disdain.
