He placed the potion bowl down, the blood-red color in his eyes rapidly fading.
Whenever the Demon's Soul became restless, he needed to take potion soup made from Soul Calming Grass.
Only the Soul Calming potion, gifted by the Wraiths, could temporarily suppress the Demon's Soul,
though sometimes, besides the potion soup,
he even needed to vent further.
Only then could he barely suppress the strong restlessness.
Evans drank the potion soup, regaining some composure.
He took out the handkerchief from his front pocket, gently wiped his mouth.
Then he stood up and walked to the side of the manor.
It was shielded by the shadows of the manor and walls of rose bushes.
From the hospitality gate outside, one couldn't see the situation here.
He directly walked down the steps, standing on the soft grass.
Raised a hand and clapped it.
Several shadows slowly emerged beside him.
These were his black-robed scouts.
His eyes and ears.
"Did they leave the castle?"
Evans asked softly.
