"You're saying you can't curse the name Altos? That's impossible! That name has already left countless traces in the Wasteland. As long as you used that item, you should have been able to find the name Altos.
Camelin Galo, don't tell me you've joined the Imperial Sequence and are trying to deceive me?"
City of a Thousand Stars.
Lu Jiayun's eyes were bloodshot.
Before him, the man whose entire body was covered by a black robe, the holder of the Curse Cards, Camelin Galo, wore a look of displeasure.
"Mr. Lu Jiayun, since I accepted your payment, I'll take the job seriously. You're a Train Conductor too. Have you forgotten that failing to properly complete a transaction will affect your future advancement options?"
He looked at Lu Jiayun, his eyes full of confusion.
"Still, it really is strange that the name Altos can't be cursed. It feels as though he died long ago.
No... Altos is still alive, but the Altos you asked me to curse seems to be dead.
In all my years of casting curses, there's only one possible explanation for something like this."
"What explanation?"
Camelin hesitated briefly. The karmic debt he still owed surfaced in his mind. Gritting his teeth, he buried his suspicions and offered a different explanation instead:
"He probably possesses some kind of item that counters curses. That's the only possibility."
That was a lie.
Because if it were an item that countered curses,
Camelin Galo would have detected it immediately rather than hesitating like this.
His real suspicion was so frighteningly absurd that even he could hardly believe it.
The name Altos was false.
But he would not say it, nor did he dare to.
Lu Jiayun frowned. After a long while, he still tossed a Curse Card to Camelin.
"Why are