After a moment of silence, Cyril raised his head and asked, "Is that all?"
"Mm... He also condemned your shameless behavior of bullying even an unborn baby."
"Do you need me to repeat it to you?"
"...No need." Cyril shook his head speechlessly.
After another two seconds of silence, Klein briefly described Emlyn's exchange with Leonard before saying, "Pallez Zoroast is very cautious. I don't know whether he doesn't believe it, or whether his condition is simply too poor and he has no spare strength to save Mobet."
"Perhaps it's both." Cyril murmured, rubbing his chin. "I'll go meet him, if he's willing to meet me."
"I know a way to help him quickly recover part of his strength."
Klein hurriedly said, "Only tell him after confirming that he bears no ill intent and can be trusted."
He was worried that the recovered Pallez Zoroast might pose a danger to Leonard.
"Trust, with a Swindler?" Cyril raised an eyebrow.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein's mouth twitched. "Try to. At the very least, don't become the one being swindled."
As his voice fell, the gray fog before Cyril immediately dispersed. He yawned, then plunged headfirst beneath the covers.
In the early hours of the morning, Cyril's spiritual intuition suddenly issued a warning while he slept. He abruptly opened his eyes, and before his thoughts had fully cleared, he had already completed a Flash.
The next second, the bed he had been lying on collapsed with a bang. The floor beneath it inexplicably broke apart as well, and everything crashed down into the room below.
After a rustling sound, the sound of a trigger being pulled suddenly came from downstairs.
Bang! Bang!
One yellow bullet after another shot through the collapsed section of the floor, only to become chaotic the moment they