Two hundred and seventy-eight. Aftertaste

Baron Joseph's Mansion, the viewing terrace.

From here, one could overlook the entirety of Belfast and the vast sea beyond Crescent Bay.

The earthy freshness and coolness masked the oppressive heaviness in the air. The rain had paused momentarily, but it was about to make a comeback.

In the distance, the black clouds covered the sea, and within the depth of the clouds, dark purple lightning surged.

It wouldn't be long before the storm clouds reached Belfast.

The Baron, wrapped in blankets, nestled in a recliner, taking in the view while the butler changed her bandages.

Suddenly, the Baron mentioned Sara, "She's actually quite pitiable."

Lu Li looked towards her, his gaze halting at her legs.

The Baron knew what he meant and, annoyed, grabbed a blood-stained bandage and threw it at Lu Li.