At Hunter Bar, "Madman" Carl ordered a Firewine, his gaze sweeping across the bounty wall.
Business at the bar was still booming. Quite a few drunks were discussing what had happened in the Queen District today, spittle flying as though they had personally witnessed the Magician's escape act.
"The atmosphere's been a little off lately."
Carl glanced toward the bar counter. Not only had the previous owner, Mr. Potter, vanished, but now even Mr. Balkin had left.
He drained the liquor in his glass in one gulp, pulled out several banknotes and tucked them beneath the cup, then rose and walked out of the bar.
Just then, a man dressed in black brushed past him.
Carl's nose twitched, catching a strong stench of blood.
A terrifying sensation spread through him, making the darkness around him seem even thicker.
That man definitely has a problem.
Carl reached into his coat and touched his revolver.
Boom!
All of a sudden, a horrifying explosion erupted inside Hunter Bar behind him.
Flames shot into the sky. A shockwave and blast of air sent Carl flying, rolling across the ground several times, his back a bloody mess.
Amid the piercing ringing in his ears, Carl forced himself to his feet. Looking at the bar engulfed in flames behind him and the shouting crowds around him, his expression turned utterly blank...
Castle Hall.
Lily and Jesita were still watching over their stalls, chatting about Green Potter.
"I heard Mr. Potter is quite an important figure. We haven't seen him lately... The dagger he brought last time seemed pretty impressive too, didn't it, Sister?" Jesita looked at Lily. "That dagger must have been forged by Mr. Potter himself. He's a Craftsman!"
"Don't mention him to me. That man forged something so improper—he can't be a good