Level 13 Sorcerer

As night gradually fell, Dawn Town sank into silence.

The late-August night was slightly cool, and few refugees slept out on the streets. At the very least, they found somewhere to shelter.

After dinner, everyone returned one after another to the rooms arranged by the church to rest.

On the second floor of the church, Valera wrapped herself in a cloak and quietly pulled open her door.

After confirming that no one was in the corridor, she tiptoed to the door at the end of the hall and raised her hand to knock. Yet the instant her hand touched the wooden door, she suddenly froze.

After hesitating for a moment, she drew a shortsword and slashed along the crack of the door, severing the bolt before pushing the door open and entering directly.

Her heart pounded wildly, but the scene she had imagined never appeared.

She swept her gaze around the room. It was completely empty, without a single person in sight.

"Where could he have gone in the middle of the night?"

She lightly stomped her foot. Her cloak swayed, faintly revealing her fair, smooth body.

After waiting for a long while without anyone returning, her courage and resolve began to waver. She crossed her legs and fidgeted uneasily.

In the end, she turned and left the room like a gust of wind.

Twelfth floor of the Black Tower.

At the dining table, Anse was enjoying a serving of Pan-fried Steelhead Trout and Shoulong Empire Stir-fried Noodles by himself. His lips glistened with oil, and his face was full of satisfaction.

It was not that he had been sneaking food. The church's dinner had simply been far too perfunctory.

Accustomed to Noble banquets, he had become somewhat picky and had only eaten a little.

These dishes had not been