Carl picked up the rapier from the ground and walked back to Dana and the others, gesturing for them to bandage their wounds.
Thanks to the blond man treating them as a continuous source of Healing Medicine, he hadn't struck to kill.
Though they were covered in bruises and cuts, none were fatal.
"Uncle."
Dana's eyes reddened with the grief of a companion's death and the guilt of being powerless against a strong enemy, "It's our incompetence. We were not only unable to help but also became a burden to you."
Without them, I would have definitely had an easier time.
"Forget it."
Carl shook his head, "Gather up Hausman's body. We'll head back to Laka Market for now. Don't go out for the next few days."
"The Dark City is very dangerous."
He looked at them and said slowly, "We can't relax just because we've had a smooth ride recently. Today we encountered a master, and there's no guarantee we won't encounter another in the future."
"Yes."
