Could it be that the two incidents were related to each other? They seemed to be targeting Zayla.
Zayla bit her lips and clenched her fists.
"Have a good rest. If you need anything, just tell the villagers." The police politely nodded at them.
The locals were very enthusiastic and even made supper for them.
Zayla was deep in thought and did not eat.
"You will get a headache if you think too much." Lincoln looked calm as if nothing had happened.
There was a simple wooden table in the quiet room. Zayla and Lincoln sat face to face.
Zayla looked up at him and tightened her grip on her fork.
Lincoln also looked at her and said in a confident tone.
"Since they have died on the spot, they must be prepared."
"Well, I'm afraid." Zayla curled her lips, not showing any fear.
Lincoln laughed.
There were so many noble ladies around him.
However, only Zayla was different.