"Huff......…"
After finishing dinner, Duanmu Huai leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh.
"Sir Knight, have you not found that hellhound yet?"
Lorena came over at this moment, curiously asking.
"It escaped. Speaking of which, this game of waiting for the dog isn't really suitable for me, I hate hide and seek the most."
Duanmu Huai waved his hand in a bored manner, looking speechless.
"I hope it doesn't go attacking other townfolk."
"That's hard to say ... After all, why it has targeted the Baskerville family is also a mystery."
After all, fairy tales are just fairy tales. In the end, only the ancestors from back then knew what had really happened. Although some players would use magic like necromancy to summon souls and ask them about the situation, unfortunately, Duanmu Huai didn't have such abilities or skills———after all, he was the God of Destruction.
If it was about crushing souls into pieces, that was his forte.
"How's Baroness faring?"