The day passed just like that.
By evening, the setting sun had dyed the sea crimson. As Sifa walked back to the hotel, his shadow stretched long and longer.
By the entrance to the White Windmill Hotel, Sifa spotted Caven. Like a true Loen Gentleman, he sat on a sightseeing bench beside the door, with a bottle of wine tied with a colorful ribbon bow beside him.
It seemed he had failed to sell the wine.
Sifa adjusted his top hat, walked over, and sat beside him. "We're leaving tomorrow morning."
He had gained nothing again today. Judging from Caven's appearance, his results were probably no better.
As for Chik, there was unlikely to be any good news from him either. Sifa had already decided to give up on this Antiquities Recovery Association commission.
Caven nodded and said softly, "It's a pity we don't have anything connected to that gentleman. Otherwise, I could perform a divination. We might find something."
"It's fine."
Sifa glanced at the somewhat deserted street. "Chik still isn't back?"
He took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was already late, and the sun would soon set.
Caven shook his head. "I haven't seen him."
"Besides, there are obviously fewer people in town than yesterday. And the hotel is very quiet."
Sifa snapped his pocket watch shut and looked through the hotel entrance. He saw only the owner, Bally, behind the reception desk studying the account books. Apart from him, there seemed to be no one else in the hotel.
His wife and daughter did not seem to be in the hotel either.
An eerie atmosphere hung everywhere.
Sifa opened the watch again and checked the time. "Why isn't Chik back yet?"
Tick, tick.
Outside the hotel, the empty street was utterly quiet. So