Necromancer Survival

Chapter 422

At that moment, Dawon's hand paused. I looked up and gazed into his face. His eyes seemed to be searching my face.

‘He must want to know what I'm scheming.'

Dawon’s expression, which didn’t even try to hide his suspicion, soon softened into a smooth smile; his skepticism disappeared as if it had been washed away. Of course, even though his expression changed, it didn’t seem like he trusted me, but Dawon hugged me, pretending to be happy.

He whispered, "I'm overjoyed."

"…In return, answer one of my questions honestly."

Again, Dawon looked at me with an incomprehensible expression. He answered gently, "What are you curious about?"

"The monkey doll that came here with me. Where is it now?"

"……"