"Where are we going next?" After leaving the inn, Philip began asking Solam what they should do next.
"I don't know!" Solam answered bluntly. "Don't you know how your vampires operate? Do you think Digla would leave us any clues? Right now, all we can do is wait!"
Philip frowned and thought for a while, but came up with nothing in the end. As Solam had said, how could vampires possibly leave behind any obvious flaws for others to trace their movements?
"So we're just going to wait around?" Though the reasoning made sense, Philip still felt unsettled at the thought of doing nothing.
"What else can we do?" Solam shrugged indifferently. He did not have any particularly good ideas about what to do next, either. He had always been only half-competent; the reason he had managed so often before was because of Scarlett's advice.
But Scarlett did not understand the situation, so how much useful advice could she really offer? Solam was completely at a loss now.
"Why don't we go take a look at the inn where Digla used to stay? Maybe we'll find something new?" Philip refused to give up and intended to try his luck.
Robert still remembered the inn where Mr. Kelaier, Digla's disguise, had once stayed, because Yalt had gone there to drink with him. Solam knew this information too, but he had not paid it much attention.
The reason was simple: given how cautious vampires were, they could not possibly leave behind anything useful. Besides, so much time had passed. Even if Digla really had left some clue behind, it should have been cleaned up long ago. It was an inn, after all—once a guest checked out, were they not supposed to clean the room?
So from the beginning, Solam had not held