He really was dedicated.
In the sea breeze, Fu Qian and "Wang" watched the retreating figure and approved of the Night Watcher's professionalism.
He seemed to be pretty high-ranking. If he'd been even a little more impatient just now, he might well have been discovered.
Too bad we still came out on top. We successfully carried on Old Man Camus's legacy.
Letting Frank and the others go had clearly been the Night Watcher's final feint.
Without knowing who was suspicious, letting the targets believe they were safe while secretly watching for anything unusual was a perfectly reasonable move.
And after still finding nothing amiss, the observer had probably considered that Frank was the first of them to sit at the table and appeared in person to give him just a little more scrutiny.
For now, I should be out of the Night Watcher's sight. Old Man Camus's plan to escape by shedding his shell really was a good one!
Next, I only needed to find an inconspicuous moment to leave.
As he pondered this, Fu Qian tried to extend his will further. Soon, his five senses returned one by one.
Although he was still seeing through someone else's eyes, he could even "smell" the briny sea breeze.
Below them stretched a broad beach.
Looking out, he saw white sand and blue-green waves, with visitors everywhere. It was a splendid sight.
"Frank, what happened just now?"
At that moment, the only girl among Frank's three friends was the first to wake up.
With eyeshadow, a nose ring, and water-blue hair covering almost half her face, the rebellious-looking young woman rubbed her eyes, looking thoroughly confused.
"Why did I fall asleep again?"
"...I don't know either."
Unfortunately, Frank couldn't answer her question. He even buried his face in his hands.
"Someone asked