After the rat ran up to the second floor, it slipped into one room after another, as if searching for something.
At last, it entered a dimly lit bedroom and saw that the blankets on the bed had been thrown aside and someone was sitting up.
He was a man in his thirties, with disheveled hair, an unshaven face, and dark circles around his eyes.
There was a mole beside his right eye, and his nose bridge was high. If he cleaned himself up and trimmed his beard, he would surely be quite the refined gentleman.
Unfortunately, in his current state, he was only slightly better off than a vagrant.
As the rat observed him, the man got out of bed, pulled open the window, and let out a long sigh.
When he turned around and finally spotted the rat, he immediately screamed, "A rat! There's a rat!"
Urgent footsteps immediately sounded outside the room. Then the door was slammed open, and a burly Feysac man rushed in with a revolver. "What happened?"
"A rat! There's a rat in the house! I told you that you couldn't dismiss all the servants. Look, rats have gotten into the house!" the unkempt man loudly complained.
As for the rat, it had already leaped out the window and escaped before the door was forced open.
The rat quickly climbed down along the pipes, then burrowed into the sewers. Finally, it toppled headfirst and instantly lost all signs of life.
It was dead.
At a café on Hagen Street, Sifa drained the last drop of his coffee, left behind several banknotes, put his hat back on, and pushed open the door to leave.
"So Marionettes can share vision and hearing too. That ability is quite useful. I can turn nearby animals into Marionettes and