"How did you plan to drag them into this?" Silver Wolf did not answer Yan Huan, instead asking Sam.
Sam said flatly:
"Present them with the truth in full, and they will naturally come."
As soon as his voice fell, the two figures vanished.
"Huh, so they were just something like phantoms?"
Acheron stood in the distance and said to Yan Huan:
"They are merely shadows of the dream. There is no need to mind them."
"Shadows, huh? Then I can relax and enjoy the show!"
Yan Huan walked back to the center of the banquet hall and eavesdropped on a man and woman dressed in white formalwear.
"The stage of the Grand Symphony Ceremony belongs only to you, little sister," the man said gently.
"But if I cannot sing... what meaning does the stage have?" the girl asked, somewhat confused.
Once their conversation ended, the two shadows vanished as well.
Seeing Yan Huan run off to find the next pair of shadows, Acheron helplessly rubbed her forehead.
"You... are truly too bored. They are clearly just some strange voices."
"Voices?"
Hearing that, Yan Huan looked up at the two men ahead. He did not recognize the blond one, but the blue-haired one... wasn't that Dr. Ratio?
"It is not just voices. They have appearances too." Yan Huan walked over to Dr. Ratio and the blond man, continuing to eavesdrop.
Dr. Ratio said in a deep voice:
"What makes you think you can win, you damned gambler?"
The blond man smiled faintly.
"Three chips will suffice."
"All or nothing."
Their figures vanished once more.
Seeing Yan Huan's expression, Acheron could not help asking:
"Could it be... that you can clearly see who these shadows are?"
"Hm? Isn't it obvious?"
Yan Huan looked at Acheron strangely.
"Could it be... you cannot