Perhaps it really was good luck. After encountering Kantiannu, the fortunes of the two Bright Moon Professionals seemed to have quietly improved. Although they still had a long way to go before defeating the construct empress, at least after making the mad mage who regarded Punk as his savior pay for their travel expenses, "Whisper of Destruction," who had been troubled by the long journey, could finally retrieve the magical equipment sent to the storage center as soon as possible.
Thus, standing before an iron room with its doors wide open, the caster had returned to his ominous appearance: dressed in a jet-black robe, with dark golden light flickering in his eyes.
"Is this where you usually work?"
Looking into the room beyond the doorway, Punk's voice carried no particular emotion.
Kantiannu was, after all, a Legendary professional. Even during the Netheril era at its peak, the status of Legendary powerhouses could never be underestimated. Therefore, even if his current residence was ultimately only a "workplace," the room where he worked was by no means small. The workspace Punk saw alone had as much open floor space as a basketball court, and its silver-shining floor was densely inscribed with magical runes connected to the outside world.
From this perspective, the mad mage probably had not lied. The interior structure of this room, resembling a single vast "data circuit" board, indeed suited the work requirements of a "data auditor." Kantiannu, who stepped into the workshop with practiced ease, swiftly and impatiently opened the database he had permission to manage.
Of course, because it was unknown how many years since it had last been properly cleaned, this room that should have been neat and orderly had long since become a chaotic, unbearable mess. Several objects of unknown shape that appeared to be