The feel was pretty good.
There was a saying about leaving things behind without picking them up, but since he was at home, that particular taboo probably didn't apply.
Holding the table-sized piece of cloth in his hand, Fu Qian had to admit that even without its special effects, it felt excellent.
The last time he'd seen this thing, Taylor had been using its shadow to slip around.
As it turned out, it could do far more than that. You could even throw it over yourself and wander around the Night Magic Academy.
And yet, such a treasure hadn't been enough to save its owner's life?
Fate was fickle. Why not let the worthy claim it?
Unbothered by the fact that it had served as a shroud for a while, Fu Qian gave it a couple of shakes, then draped it over himself like a cape.
He'd thought nothing of it at first, but now he suddenly felt that Great Fortune Ming King ought to have an accessory like this.
He ran his fingers over the cape, admiring it as he surveyed what had once been a prison cell. He wasn't taking the item without looking around.
The ink-black darkness still shrouded the place, so heavy that even vampires who loved the night might get depressed after staring at it too long.
But he'd already tested it. The thing didn't seem to be harmful on its own.
Beyond that, there were no other notable traces here.
Which made the gruesome scene on the floor seem like something out of a locked-room murder mystery.
At a time like this, as the intruder at a crime scene, he'd normally be taken for the culprit when the others arrived, right?
Come to think of it, this thing was a little too tight.
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