March 7th's wanted poster had emboldened everyone.
So they took off their masks again. Keeping their faces covered all the time was uncomfortable, after all.
Jiang Yu sighed. It seemed the timeline hadn't changed. At least... the drawings on these wanted posters were just as abstract as ever.
His worry that someone might draw the wanted posters well had proven unnecessary.
Then Jiang Yu began looking forward to seeing his own wanted poster.
Honestly, he really wanted to know what Gepard would draw him like.
They continued toward the Neverwinter Workshop, and sure enough, none of the citizens recognized them, whether they had seen the wanted posters or not.
Soon, they reached the Neverwinter Workshop.
Before long, they arrived at the Neverwinter Workshop's door. After they knocked, Serval's voice came from inside.
"Who is it? We're closed today. Come back tomorrow!"
"You've got big customers here, with potential for a long-term partnership," Stelle said.
Serval replied from inside, "Not interested! I'm short on time, not money!"
March 7th pursed her lips and called out again, "Serval, we're the ones who stopped by before! Weren't you really interested in products made from Fragmentum Creatures? Remember?"
"What-oh, I remember! The aliens from outside Belobog! Good grief, why are you still running around the city? Don't you know the Silvermane Guards are looking for you everywhere?
"Quick, get inside. Act natural. Don't attract attention!"
Once they entered the Neverwinter Workshop, the corners of Stelle's mouth twitched...
The Silvermane Guards were indeed searching the streets for them, but most of the guards had never seen them, and the portraits on those wanted posters were so abstract...
That even if they strutted openly down the street now, they would struggle to encounter anyone who recognized them...
"All right, you're safe here. My workshop's fairly soundproof,