District 7.
The peaceful afternoon sunlight fell over an abandoned cemetery. Clumps of tall weeds filled the grounds, swallowing the small, dilapidated gravestones.
Not a soul was in sight.
The temperature here was a good ten degrees lower than elsewhere, and frost still clung to the weeds.
"Mr. Spirit Mirror, this place is eerie and sinister. Even vagrants don't come here lightly." Wearing wooden clogs, Shenchuan Sato barely reached Xu Ye's shoulder.
To avoid trouble, Xu Ye had changed his appearance again, taking on the face of a pale young man with sunken cheeks.
He had also introduced himself as Mr. Spirit Mirror.
That better suited the style of the Fallen Knights.
Lying was wrong, but Shenchuan Sato was only a dead man endlessly repeating a loop in this space anyway.
Xu Ye lowered his head to look down at him. "Natural air-conditioning."
For a moment, Shenchuan Sato was at a loss for words. He shivered and changed the subject. "Mr. Spirit, may I ask how much the person hired to assassinate me accepted for the job? I imagine it wasn't cheap."
Xu Ye gave him an odd look.
"50 in Federation Currency."
Shenchuan Sato smiled without taking it seriously, assuming Xu Ye simply didn't want to tell him. Still, he couldn't help turning away and quietly taking out his Crystal Ball to perform a divination.
50 in Federation Currency!
When he saw the result, Shenchuan Sato's eyes went blank. He stood frozen for a long time.
How could this be...
Xu Ye chuckled to himself. That really was quite a blow.
After all, even the streetwalkers who roamed outside the famous Silver Club in District 4 charged 100 in Federation Currency per session.
A cold wind swept past as the two continued waiting.
Xu Ye checked the time and