The Magic Inscription etched across the surface of the ping-pong-ball-sized metal sphere gave off a hazy glow. Through the hollowed-out sections, they could see gears and a series of mechanical structures inside beginning to operate on their own, accompanied by a faint, pleasing hum like wind chimes, as though a living creature were awakening from sleep.
Yao Ziyan had no idea what was happening.
By the time she noticed, the little metal sphere in her hand had already started running on its own.
"I didn't do anything."
The girl wore a rather innocent expression.
"Based on my analysis, this should be a sign of activation. Ausia never said whether this was one-way communication or two-way communication. From the looks of it now, it should be the latter."
Chuan Sherlock Holmes stroked his chin as he analyzed the situation.
"What should we do?" Yao Ziyan seemed to always like leaving such decisions to Luo Chuan. To her, it had long become the most natural thing in the world.
"What else can we do? They've already called us. We can't exactly hang up, can we?"
Luo Chuan casually rubbed the girl's hair, drawing a string of dissatisfied complaints.
His gaze swept across the surroundings, and he quickly spotted Anno among the noisy dwarf customers.
The elf girl's wheat-gold hair and height still made her quite conspicuous amid the dwarves.
"Anno." Luo Chuan waved to her.
Anno's pointed ears twitched softly. She looked over in the direction of the voice, immediately set aside what she was doing, and came to the counter. "Boss, what did you need me for?"
"We have something to take care of upstairs. I'll leave the tavern to you," Luo Chuan said.
"Oh, no problem."
Anno nodded repeatedly. This was her duty as an employee to begin with.
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