Not only was her attire simple, but the decorations on her body were pitifully few as well. She wore no earrings or rings, and there were no tattoos visible on her exposed skin. Her ten fair fingers were folded atop the table, her nails neatly trimmed. The only accessory she wore was a ladies' watch on her wrist.
Even Honglian seemed somewhat fashionable and avant-garde in front of her.
The Black man beside Abigail looked much more ordinary. He was around forty, with a close-cropped haircut, exaggerated tattoos covering his neck and arms, and a bullet necklace hanging from his chest. He was also sizing up the two people entering the room. His features were seasoned, his gaze sharp as a torch. One could tell at a glance that he was no street thug, but someone who had seen serious action.
"Abigail—your eyes—" Honglian froze when she saw what her old classmate looked like.
Clearly, she had not worn that thing more than a decade ago.
"Don't worry. My eyes won't lose their ability to observe because of this layer of cloth. Or rather, I can see even more clearly this way."
Abigail raised a hand. "Let me introduce you. This is Reid. Like me, he's an agent in the disciplinary inspection team. You could say he's my deputy."
"Hello."
Reid stood and took the initiative to shake hands with them.
Chen Xuan had equipped Linguistics in advance, giving him complete fluency in English. The man's palm was remarkably broad, with obvious calluses, nearly large enough to envelop Chen Xuan's whole hand.
But the instant they made contact, Chen Xuan immediately sensed a change in his ability.
He withdrew his hand and touched his glasses.
Sure enough, Thousand Thoughts Sword had been squeezed out and replaced by a new ability: