Los Angeles. The clamor of the airport was unceasing as Amon stood amid the bustling crowds like a silent reef.
He took out his phone and said softly, "Xiao Meng."
"I'm here." From within the smartphone, the Amon split off through "Spirit Word: Bug" manipulated the electronic components and responded.
His phone screen lit up, displaying a chibi cartoon Amon dressed in a black Classical Robe, wearing a Pointed Soft Hat and a Monocle over his right eye.
"Help me connect to Principal Angers."
"Certainly, I'll connect you to Principal Angers right away, dearest—" Chibi Amon spoke in a customer-service tone.
A long waiting tone sounded from the receiver. Once, twice. Just as Amon thought no one would answer, a voice came from the other end.
"Hello?" It was a deep, steady male voice, carrying a trace of puzzlement. Clearly, this number rarely received calls from strangers.
"Principal Angers?" Amon spoke, allowing a touch of uncertainty into his voice at just the right moment, as though he too was confirming it.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by an exceedingly soft laugh, like the steam rising from afternoon tea—warm, yet distant.
Angers found the voice on the other end somewhat familiar. Though they had not met for more than two months, after thinking briefly, he still recognized who it was.
"Specialist He?"
"It's me."
"Have you enjoyed your vacation?"
"It was quite exciting. Unforgettable."
"That's good." Angers's voice transitioned smoothly. "So, when do you plan to return and continue your training? Although you have awakened an A-Class bloodline, unpredictability is the only rule at Dragon Kind ruin excavation sites. Those professional skills are lessons countless predecessors paid for with blood. I admit that you possess exceptional talent, and precisely because of that, I would hate