Menace

"Master!"

"Master! You're alive!"

The steward rejoiced.

They were amazed at how unharmed he was after last night.

"Master–Madame is–" The steward began to say.

"Did we lose a lot of things? How much is the damage?!" Bi Rong interrupted.

The steward was taken aback.

"Not to worry, Master.. We have kept most of it in the cosmos sacks and interspatial rings. We're still cleaning up now.. We'll soon put things back to where they were."

"Where are the jewels?!"

"Uh–I have it, Master."

"Give me those!!"

"Master, I–of course, I'll give it to Master." He handed him a cosmos sack.

Bi Rong immediately grabbed it from him and searched the contents with his own consciousness.

Assured that there were plenty inside, he hurried away.

"Master! Are you looking for Madame and young master and young miss? They're at the inn!" The steward called out as he watched the retreating back of his master.