The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 161

The time was nearing dawn, and the sky in the distance was beginning to lighten. The streets were shrouded in a cold mist, solidifying on every surface at this junction between night and day, cloaking everything in a layer of frosty fog.

Pedestrians were already on the streets, strolling leisurely, but their gazes couldn't help but drift towards Stuart's mansion. The gunshots from last night and the noise brought by the mounted police had awakened most people, leaving them curious about what had happened there and whispering among themselves.

A few soldiers, disguised as mounted police, still guarded the vicinity of the street, rebuffing the prying eyes one by one.

The atmosphere was as biting as the winter in Old Dunlin, a chill that stung the skin.

Lloyd was sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes showing a bit of fatigue. Pain still echoed in his mind. He puffed on a cigarette, trying to find some comfort in the act of smoking.

Outside, the scavengers were dealing with the bloodstains inside the house. In such situations, they were the best interior cleaners. After a brief survey of the scene, they began to handle the remains and bloodstains. The heavy scent of blood permeated the air, making it seem like a slaughterhouse.

Yawei stood guard outside the door, negotiating with the scavengers. Although Serleu had no emotional attachment to this mansion, it was still Stuart's property, and Yawei had to handle it properly.

Serleu hugged her knees, sitting on the soft bed, looking somewhat dejected, her spirits low.

"Are they still cleaning up?" Hearing the sound of water splashing outside, it seemed the scavengers were scrubbing the floor vigorously.

"Probably." Lloyd replied casually. He looked out at the city gradually waking up, then glanced at Serleu.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep for a while?" Serleu had not slept at all since the cleansing agency arrived. It was obvious the girl had a very regular routine, and staying up all night made her look quite uncomfortable.

Serleu shook her head. She couldn't sleep.

This was not Serleu's first encounter with such bizarre shocks, the almost brain-splitting dreams, and the ever-following hound.

"Lloyd, do you think that was... a mental attack?" Serleu pondered and asked.

"To be precise, it's an attack directly exerted on the will, bypassing spatial distance and physical barriers... Of course, I might not be entirely accurate. No one has fully understood the nature of demons to this day." Lloyd was also somewhat unsure of his own speculation.

"But does such power really exist?" Serleu couldn't believe it, couldn't face the reality of such a world.

In fact, Serleu's reaction was very normal, the most normal reaction indeed. When the monsters of legend one day tear through the pages of books and truly appear beside you, all the rules of common sense are casually destroyed, leaving you alone in helpless horror.

Lloyd said nothing. This was the reason for the existence of organizations like the Demon Hunter Order and the Cleansing Agency.

Not everyone can accept the unknown fear. Someone has to stand up, acting as the bulwark against despair, keeping fear and reason firmly separated.

To keep the terrifying world distinct from the normal world.

Humans couldn't continue to live in fear.

"Serleu, you need rest." "But I really can't sleep. As soon as I close my eyes..." Serleu said, trembling slightly.

She was a mature-minded child. Normally, no matter what kind of event it was, it wouldn't shake her, but that bizarre dream was different. It had grasped Serleu's most vulnerable point. As soon as she closed her eyes, Serleu would return to that cold alley, awaiting another destiny.