On Saturday night, Hobart once again used Travel to arrive in Feneport City. Two large cloth sacks filled with Silver Suo had already been placed in the room prepared for him, along with a small bag of Gold Lire coins and banknotes.
Hobart went to Doffis again and asked him to help purchase a large quantity of paper, pens, ink, stationery, and so on. He had only learned at noon that paper was surprisingly scarce in his territory.
Early the next morning, Hobart was sleeping soundly when his spirituality jolted him awake. Someone was gently fiddling with the door bolt.
Hobart froze. A thief?
He glanced out the window. It was nearly dawn. If they were going to work, wouldn't this count as being late?
At that moment, Hobart caught a faint whiff of perfume and roughly guessed who was outside.
He extended his spirituality into the oil painting. After confirming that the "oil painting" hanging on the wall was still active, he quietly waited for the other party to walk into the trap.
After two or three movements, the door bolt was undone. As expected, Helen entered with a smile. "Lord, it's time to get up... What a wonderful sight."
The monster with eyes growing from its chest emerged from the "oil painting" and unceremoniously bestowed a Curse upon Helen.
Helen's face filled with shock as she hurriedly retreated.
Crash! A pane of window glass shattered as Helen used a Mirror Substitute to avoid the curse's damage.
At some point, a short sword formed from frost had appeared in her hand. While nimbly evading the monster's two claws, she thrust it into the spot where its heart should have been.
The monster vanished into thin air.
"What are you doing here?" Hobart asked.
Helen immediately put on a dazzling