West Coast City, the sewers.
Long accustomed to the pungent stench, Aili Jones strode through them in rain boots.
Every so often, however, Aili Jones turned to check on "Charles" beside her.
Or, more accurately, Tali Lanchi.
Aili Jones hoped to see discomfort or unease on her face.
But to the girl's disappointment, Tali Lanchi remained calm throughout. Although the transformation potion had changed Tali Lanchi's appearance, every expression would still show on her face.
Otherwise, it would not have been one of Simons's most prized potions.
Still, Aili Jones now very much wanted to know how Tali Lanchi had known Simons possessed such a potion.
After all, she had only ever seen such a transformation potion described in a book her teacher held.
This was her first time seeing one in reality.
As for the collections of others on the mystery side?
Perhaps some had one.
But it was far more likely that they did not.
After all, the Blood Moon had dealt a devastating blow to the mystery side of the West Coast.
Aside from their legacies, the greatest losses had been the collections of the various mystery-side factions.
Precious potions and tools.
Rare objects and books.
For those on the mystery side, all these were major reasons to fight.
And one side's plundering would inevitably earn the other side's hatred.
In fact, relations between the West Coast and the East Coast had remained hostile ever since the Blood Moon.
Faced with the girl's curiosity, Tali Lanchi simply answered that the information had come from the Lanchi Family.
Naturally, Aili Jones did not believe a word of it.
An excuse like that would only fool a child.
Although Aili Jones was young, her extensive experience had already made her far more mature than her peers.
Not only had