The Trafford Trading Club
Chapter 2218

The Last Agent

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A maid was stripped of her clothes, knocked unconscious, and shoved under a bed. Just like that, Miss Nan successfully assumed another disguise and calmly walked out of a maid's room.

This part of the floating castle was very far from the tower housing the crown prince's study... It was not that she had never considered leaving the castle outright, but the castle was floating in the air. Drifting away would make her far too easy to spot.

Most importantly, she had no way to distract the Sword King General in midair.

The best place to deal with someone with that sort of compulsion would probably be... a garbage dump?

"All that security for the study of a crown prince who's been missing for years..." Miss Nan casually took out the only thing she had gained. "Could this music box really be something important?"

But if it really was that important, wasn't simply putting it in a hidden compartment in the wall behind a bookshelf a little too careless?

Nan Xiaonan shook her head. She still had no intention of opening the music box herself, not before she understood what it meant.

One of her arms had been severed. The arm that had grown back was actually made from portions redistributed from the rest of her body, which meant the density of her Black Soul Form had decreased slightly.

Her shapeshifting and mist transformation were not greatly affected. The main issue was that she moved more slowly in mist form... Her mind had also suffered a slight injury, and there was a vague, ball-aching sort of pain.

"But even though he saw through me, there's still been no response. This really is a little... hard to know what to do with."

Nan Xiaonan looked around in confusion. There was no

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