The Artifact Spirits stood in two rows. Though they included men and women, young and old, their attire was uniform.
They all wore fitted black uniforms, with white turned-back cuffs, a corner of a handkerchief extending from a pocket, and a decorative flower pinned to the chest.
Vic, who had followed Kallen inside, felt for a moment as though he had walked into a newly opened café.
That was, in fact, the case, because what the Artifact Spirits "wore" today-or rather, had deliberately manifested-was the uniform of the waitstaff at a certain café in York City. Loya usually dressed this way.
That was because, after escaping those Light Remnants that night, Kallen had washed up at a café and changed into a waiter's uniform before going to the Sausage Factory Qi He secretly operated to meet Loya.
Loya had never forgotten the beauty of their first meeting, and the little girl had always clung to this endearing stubbornness.
Though Loya had only been in the sealed space for a short time, she had already become the boss here.
What she relied on was her special ability to communicate with Kallen.
"Kallen!"
Loya skipped over to Kallen and hugged him tightly. Apart from the chill of her body and its lack of warmth, she was now no different from a living person.
Kallen had intended to pat Loya's head, but noticed that Little Kangna beside him was already pouting.
Only then did he change it to a light pat on Loya's back to show his affection.
"Kallen, you're really amazing. That thing actually closed its eyes because you came. Please rest assured, Kallen. The Artifact Spirits welcoming you now are all trustworthy members we carefully selected."
"Members?"
"Yes, members. Our membership screening is very strict!"
"Mm, all right."
"We don't let