When Louis woke up, although the sky was just getting light, it was already late for him.
He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the beam at the edge of the dome.
The beam was clad in polished dark wood trim, with narrow copper strips embedded at the joints to secure the structure and also serve a decorative purpose. The corners still bore the embossed patterns from the old nobility era.
This used to be the main residence of the Count of Black Iron, an old castle that had been completely taken over.
Of course, compared to Red Tide Castle, a wonder of the Northern Territory, it was naturally a thousand times inferior, but it sufficed.
Louis used this place as a temporary office and residence.
He didn't choose Gray Rock Castle because the smell of blood there had seeped into the stone crevices, something that couldn't be removed with a few cleanings.
Louis didn't think much of it, just turned his body slightly.
