"Calm down first, Henrik."
Lann placed both hands in front of him, pressing down, signaling Henrik to calm his emotions.
At the same time, his cat-like eyes locked with those beneath the old Hunter's triangular hat, enhancing the sense of trust.
Indeed, under Lann's series of actions, the old Hunter's previously heavy breathing gradually steadied.
The hand tightly gripping the handle of the saw cleaver also relaxed a bit.
"What... happened? Where are Viola and the children?"
Henrik's voice was drier and stiffer compared to when they met last night. The foul-smelling bloodstains on his leather coat had dried and become wet again repeatedly, forming a thick sticky layer.
It seemed that he hadn't rested at all until now, which was bad news.
Continuous killing without rest leads to severe exhaustion, the human spirit can't sustain it.
And after a Hunter's mental collapse... Lann had dealt with the aftermath personally.
The Crow Hunter stood aside, seemingly indifferent.
