Today, several new servants entered the Magistrate Manor through the rear service entrance. None of the guards paid them any attention. After all, dozens of servants entered and left the estate every day carrying medicine, food, water, and supplies.
Nobody noticed that seven of those servants had never worked a single day in their lives.
Nobody noticed that every one of them belonged to the Demonic Sea Tribe.
At the front walked Elsa. Her plain servant robes perfectly concealed her beauty while a basket of medicinal herbs rested in her hands.
Several turns later, they finally arrived near Peter Jaint's residence.
The door remained slightly open. Inside, an elderly healer was currently examining Peter's injuries.
Mark Smith sat on the bed with an ugly expression while several medicinal needles protruded from different parts of his body.
"Let's wait until the night…" Elsa muttered while staring at Peter on the bed.
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