It was already late at night.
After a bitter battle, Valentine licked his wounds in the darkness. Kang De returned to the residence of the Vidal Chamber of Commerce. This time, he was no longer relaxed, and he did not smile.
He only washed up slightly and changed into clean clothes. After eating something, he sat in the courtyard and busied himself. He quietly repeated his previous work, enchanting arrows and throwing spears.
Although he was neither happy nor angry and his expression was calm, the low pressure he vaguely emitted made the heartless green-skinned hide far away. In the past, they were extremely noisy and did not even dare to make a sound.
Leona asked Hong San about the situation, but she was also helpless.
She looked at Kang De's back, and worry flashed through her eyes. Anyone with empathy could understand his dissatisfaction and confusion at this moment. Endurance was a good moral, especially for capable people.