After selecting a few types of herbs, Lynn carried them to the well and cleaned them thoroughly.
Then, he placed them on rows of wooden racks to dry.
The weather has been very good lately.
Within a day or two, the moisture in the herbs can be dried out.
...
At Morrison Manor.
The clamor of killing, the clash of metal weapons, the cries of pain, the neighing of horses…
All blended into one.
On the ground, bodies lay scattered.
The bright red blood, carrying a stench, flowed from the wounds of the corpses, staining the soil red.
In sudden depressions, small bloodstreams formed…
Bodies brandishing various weapons moved back and forth within the manor, frequently letting out cries of anger.
As sharp blades passed, blood splattered and landed on the walls…
This battle, who knows how long it lasted.
Until nightfall approached.
Silhouettes riding horses gradually faded away.
The battle intent stirred within the manor gradually dissipated.
