In the evening, the setting sun was like blood.
Luo En and his group of four passed through a somewhat rundown village and came to a wooden house at the end. They knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door opened a crack.
A woman peered out with half her head, full of doubt and wariness:
"Who are you?"
She was simply dressed in a coarse cloth garment that had been patched up, her figure was thin, her face pale from malnutrition, looking frail and delicate.
And because she was nervous, she clutched a well-sharpened kitchen knife tightly in her hand, hiding it behind her back.
Kai stepped forward and spoke softly:
"This is Sir Gino's house, right? We are friends of your husband."
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly put down the knife in her hand, opened the door, and a bashful smile appeared on her face:
"Sorry, it's been messy outside lately, and without the man of the house around, I've been a bit overly nervous."
