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"Mr. Richard, this rain is making me feel cold all over."
Audrey quickened her pace to catch up with Richard. Richard picked up a stone from the ground and turned it into an umbrella, standing in the middle to shelter his subordinate and the doctor from the downpour. Audrey reached beyond the umbrella and touched the rain again, saying worriedly:
"My spiritual intuition and perception have weakened. There might be a battle soon. I don't know if I'll still be able to help."
Only beneath the umbrella could she feel her spiritual intuition functioning normally. Once it extended outward and touched the thick curtain of rain, she could sense nothing at all.
The rain had now grown frighteningly heavy, almost like water being poured straight onto the ground.
Rain poured down in torrents. The water on the ground was already two or three centimeters deep, gathering into rapid little streams along the sloping streets. Thunder rumbled faintly overhead. It went without saying who benefited from this environment.
Since such a favorable setting had been prepared, the god presumably would not deign to act against this tiny country in person...
Audrey looked up. Although her own perception could not penetrate the rain, she saw Richard still glancing around occasionally and reaching out to grab something in the air. Several, or a dozen or so, finger-sized rag dolls would then appear in his hand. He stuffed all those rag dolls into his pocket. He had caught at least several hundred along the way, yet his pocket still had not filled up.
Were they being stored inside, or transported somewhere else? The Prisoner Pathway seems particularly good at sealing and suppressing spirituality. It wouldn't be strange if this pocket had some sort of teleportation function, like the Traveler's Backpack...
Audrey took a