"Why was it me again?"
Monark dressed with a pained expression. Beside him was the beautiful woman he had picked up last night, now staring in terror at the person who had appeared in the room.
Tokyo was eight hours ahead of Paris. It was two in the morning in Tokyo, while here it was six in the evening of the previous day.
Paris at dusk in winter possessed a unique beauty. The Eiffel Tower in the distance felt different from how it had seemed before. Against the golden sunset, it looked like the hand of a golden clock, while the city itself was like a clock face faithfully recording history.
This place had an entirely different style from New York and Tokyo. As the capital, Paris had few skyscrapers. From the third floor of Monark's apartment, they could see the Champ de Mars directly.
Su Ming, dressed in a black suit, pulled back the curtains to air out the room. The winter breeze made goosebumps rise all over Monark's body.
"Something came up, and I need a sorcerer's help. You were the first person I thought of."
"Please don't think of me for this sort of thing in the future." Monark dressed helplessly, casting a reluctant glance at the beauty beside him before flicking out a hypnosis spell. "Can't you read the room?"
Su Ming looked at the snow mist swept up by the wind across the city rooftops. Paris rarely saw snow; even in the depths of winter, there would only occasionally be a thin layer.
"If I wanted to use magic for indiscriminate bombardment, I naturally wouldn't have come looking for you. But this time, I also need to find something, so I need your divination magic."
Monark put on his clothes and trousers, gazing wistfully at