The Eternal Commerce Guild brought out a batch of tents to gather the homeless refugees and distributed some blankets to them.

The Eternal Grain Bank provided food for the refugees for free and also purchased medicines and some daily necessities with Grain Tickets.

All night long, Yan Xing stayed busy with post-war cleanup.

In the morning, Li Jiya arrived at the Lord's Mansion and saw that Yan Xing's eyes were bloodshot.

Holding a cup of tea, Li Jiya walked to Yan Xing's desk. She placed the tea down and asked with concern, "Did you not sleep all night?"

"I haven't slept since the rebellion began, just meditated a few times." Yan Xing drained the tea in one gulp. Without lifting his head, he continued reviewing the relief reports from various parties and casually said to Li Jiya, "I didn't expect the post-war recovery to be more troublesome than the fighting itself. It really is easier to destroy than to build!"

Li Jiya sat down in the chair opposite Yan Xing and asked curiously, "Fighting is bound to cause destruction, especially in urban warfare. Why are you so actively rescuing refugees? Shouldn't this be handled by the Lord's Mansion?"

Yan Xing answered, "If the Lord's Mansion handles it, I would still ultimately have to provide the materials and personnel. Who knows how much time would be lost in communication. I've taken over the responsibility for rescue and recovery efforts from Count Theodore. Consider it my way of contributing to the city. After all... a significant part of the city's destruction was caused by my Guild's Mercenaries."

The use of artillery in urban warfare undoubtedly drove the rebels out from their fortified buildings, but it also caused great damage to the city.

Yan Xing knew that such destruction in war was inevitable and had shown no mercy at the time. But after the war, he only thought about doing everything possible to remedy the situation.

Li Jiya hadn't expected Yan Xing to be so proactive in helping refugees for that reason.

"It's war; you don't need to blame yourself excessively."

Yan Xing looked up at Li Jiya and smiled. "I'm not blaming myself. Whoever dies in war is just unlucky. But after the war is over, there shouldn't be any more needless casualties. Every life, as long as it doesn't affect my own survival... deserves to be saved."

Li Jiya was stunned by Yan Xing's words. She seemed to understand, yet not fully grasp his thinking.

In the end, Li Jiya said to Yan Xing, "Is there anything I can do? I also want to contribute to saving lives."

"Yes…" Yan Xing didn't have many people around who could help in this regard. He took out several signed forms and handed them to Li Jiya. "Take these forms to Eden and have him give you all the items listed. If you're short on manpower, find Eddie to help. The forms list the distribution locations for the materials. Distribute these essentials to those who need them."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Li Jiya took the forms and left, while Yan Xing continued to review the documents.

With the Eternal Commerce Guild and Eternal Grain Bank directly involved in the rescue, coordination time was reduced, making the rescue efforts very fast.

Donald led the heroes from the Farsight mercenaries in searching for survivors in the ruins. The use of magic allowed many people buried under the debris to be rescued.

Gradually, some Knights and Priests from the Temple also spontaneously joined the rescue efforts.

While Nuta City was engaged in vigorous post-war rescue and cleanup, the Lord's Mansion, in contrast, fell silent.

Count Theodore issued no commands.

Initially, busy as he was, Yan Xing didn't notice the anomaly at the Lord's Mansion until Butler Attlee secretly sent a message.

The Count is gravely ill!

Yan Xing was greatly shocked by this news.

The last time they dined together, the old fox looked quite healthy and had even conspired with Attlee to set him up to marry Hibel. How could he suddenly be gravely ill now?

Could Storm City have been breached by the Orcs? No! If Storm City had been breached by the Orcs, the butler wouldn't have only sent news of the old Count's illness.

Regardless, I should visit the Lord's Mansion first.

Yan Xing entrusted the rescue operations to Li Jiya and rushed to the Lord's Mansion.

Upon seeing Count Theodore, he indeed looked so haggard it seemed he could pass away at any moment.

When Count Theodore saw Yan Xing arrive, he was quite surprised. Then he scolded the butler by his side, "Didn't I say not to tell anyone about my illness? COUGH, COUGH..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old Count began to cough violently.

The butler immediately brought a cup of sweet wine for the old Count to suppress his cough and gently patted his back.

"Master... I know you must be worried about important matters, and my dullness prevents me from sharing your burdens. However, Knight Yan Xing is clever and also your disciple... I believe that no matter the difficulty, Knight Yan Xing can surely help you. Keeping things bottled up like this isn't good for your health."

Yan Xing walked to the bedside and placed his hand on Count Theodore's pulse. He then said to the old Count, "Mentor, Attlee is right. You've weathered so many storms; what could possibly defeat you now? Even if the Orcs attack, Nuta City will hold them off. If we can't, then we retreat to the Thunderous Swamp."

Count Theodore didn't know what Yan Xing was doing by holding his wrist, but his trust in Yan Xing stopped him from pulling his hand away.

"The Orcs... probably won't come anymore," Count Theodore murmured.

Yan Xing instructed Chui Chui to record Count Theodore's pulse readings and, using stored Traditional Chinese Medicine data, began to analyze the old Count's current condition.

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