When the matter was mentioned, a fleeting look of pain crossed Huggins' face.

“What’s past is past. I have failed the Holy King’s trust. It is already a great favor that he has not punished me. It has nothing to do with you.”

"grown ups……"

Huggins waved his hand: "Let's not talk about unhappy things. I'm asking you, what are you planning to do in the future?"

"from now on?"

"Yes, the city of Taro will surely be breached. It's time to plan for the future."

"There are still tens of thousands of garrison troops inside the city..."

Huggins emphasized, "Tero City definitely can't be defended..."

Rousseau slapped his thigh in frustration: "On my wedding day, those church bastards said that since I had migrated from Muxi, I must be a spy who colluded with the enemy. They tortured me, interrogated me, and threw me into prison to die. If it weren't for you coming to save me... now, I can no longer walk. What can I do in the future?"

Huggins patted Rousseau's head: "Life always goes on. Think of your mother; she'll be counting on you to take care of her in the future."

Rousseau looked up: "But there's nothing I can do."

“I’ve already thought of a business for you—opening an inn. I have one in Silver Ring City, and business is pretty good. I’ve gained some experience, but the key issue is—location.” Huggins pointed outside: “In the Midmay district of the old noble territory, there’s a mansion that originally belonged to Earl Ziker. Do you remember it?”

Rousseau was somewhat puzzled: "Count Zicker?"

Huggins explained, “Because Earl Zicker was reported for involvement in Protestant worship, the entire family, from the patriarch who was over seventy years old to infants, a total of more than 190 people, were arrested by the Inquisition. After they entered the Inquisition prison, they never came out, and his mansion was left empty.”

Huggins paused for a moment, then said, "Now, that building has a new name: the Sixth Temporary Morgue of the Parish."