"True enough."
Aaron smiled faintly.
He also knew that William Mark had recently begun complaining about his former friends in social settings, resenting them for refusing to lend him a hand.
His relationship with Aaron had grown much colder as well.
But how could he possibly care about that?
To Aaron, William Mark did not even count as an ordinary friend. This time, while making a magical item, he had merely lent him a hand in passing. Nothing more.
Nor was there any need to explain it to him. He did not need that sort of gratitude!
I should prepare to hold a gathering.
There are many things to arrange. I haven't seen them since the last tomb exploration... besides, I'll be leaving soon...
Aaron returned to his room and opened Roberts's Magic Insect Box.
Insect after insect, each the size of an ant, flew out. They formed a pitch-black cloud, then gradually blended into the surrounding colors like chameleons until they could no longer be seen.
If this layer of insects spread all around him, it would create a camouflage layer and achieve an invisibility effect.
"Go!"
Yet at that moment, Aaron merely gave an order. The transparent insects flew out the window, split into several groups in midair, and swooped off in different directions.
In the garden.
Liliat Thorne was watering the flowerbeds when she suddenly saw a line of black ants in the snow beside her, forming clear words: "The gathering begins at nine tonight. Take care to disguise yourselves. The location is..."
At the same time, Nicholas, who was praying silently, saw a line of letters formed by ants upon the pages of his book...
Nine at night.
On the roof of a public rental house in the slums.
Aaron tossed a coin and