On the way back, Kallen stopped by the hotel again to visit Mrs. Lake and Mr. Pavaro's two daughters, but he did not turn into Mr. Pavaro.
Because even if he took on Mr. Pavaro's appearance, Mrs. Lake knew who he was, and the two daughters also knew the man before them was not their father.
A mask was meant for outsiders in the first place. For one's real family, it was actually useless.
After paying his respects, Kallen drove back to the apartment. It was already dark.
He pushed open the door and saw Puer sitting on the coffee table eating sliced fruit, while Kevin gnawed on a large bone, amusing himself by grinding his teeth.
"Xili just left. Dinner's in the kitchen," Puer said.
Kallen tossed the equipment bag onto the rug and sat down on it himself.
"Ooh, what's that?"
Puer stopped eating fruit and came over. Kevin stopped gnawing his bone and came over too.
"A basic equipment bag for the Whip of Order Squad. I picked it up this afternoon, but apparently we shouldn't expect too much."
Kallen opened the bag and first took out a thick sheaf of paper. It was actually an instruction manual.
Opening the manual, he found detailed descriptions complete with illustrations, which made him feel as though he were opening a toy gift set rather than an equipment bag.
Tossing the manual aside, Kallen took out the first item, a revolver. It felt a little light in his hand, and the material did not seem very good, but closer inspection revealed quite a few patterns engraved on it.
He picked up the ammunition box and opened it. The bullets inside were all red, and they also felt a little light between his fingers.
"Is this a Spell Art Pistol?" Kallen