Stray

The streets at midnight in the central city weren’t quiet. The curfew time here was late, and the drunk men were still singing songs on the side of the road, while other men were hurriedly delivering goods in small wooden carts. The aftermath of the warning spell had calmed down. There weren’t any screams or shouts from nowhere and the Knights of Judgement gradually withdrew from the public areas where people were concentrated.

After all, this was still Garland. Unsure whether it was out of concern for the relationship between Garland and Alban or if he couldn’t bear to sacrifice the people of Kenyatta for a prop, Alban’s Preceptor Bishop finally gave up resistance.

Aurorae’s living armor squirmed and crawled down his body, forming a slightly trembling ball of meat. Aurorae— or rather, Vance Talbott at this moment, gently pulled his long gray hair. He hung the armor mass on his big sword at random, and then waved the big sword. The twisted weapon immediately disappeared into the cool air.

Now that he was empty handed, he looked extremely harmless.

Vance took out a waiter’s white gloves from his pocket, carefully slid his fingers into the soft fabric, and then took out the crystal ball he had just gotten. After leaving the gorgeous silk cushion, the lone crystal ball looked like an ordinary ornament in a jewelry shop’s window.

He stared at the bone jade embedded in it for a while before he lowered his eyes…

Sure enough, this thing was still unfinished, and it could only monitor magic that has been activated. If the dangerous black figure deliberately didn’t use magic, he couldn’t use it to find him.

Vance shook his head, clutched the small crystal ball into his palm, and finally paid attention to the flashing communication crystal.

“Telaranea,” he wasn’t wordy in his speech, “I need your support.”