Boer raised his hand, its palm covered in black liquid metal, and gently snapped his fingers.
"Click."
The sound was crisp, yet seemed to strike an invisible bell.
Centered on him, a deep-blue arc magnetic field perceptible to living beings spread outward in an instant, springing open like ripples stirred by a stone dropped into a still lake!
The king's honor guard, ministers, Marine soldiers, and even Johnny nearby were gently pushed several meters away by a soft but irresistible force, as though invisible walls had risen in an instant.
Immediately afterward, the magnetic field curved upward and closed, forming a transparent, inverted-bowl-shaped dome that enclosed Boer, King Francisco III, and Marine Lieutenant Colonel Strawberry without a gap.
The world beyond the dome instantly blurred and distorted, and all sound was cut off, leaving only a deep, empty blue glow flowing silently within it, casting an unreal tint over all three faces.
The white salt crystals on the ground writhed silently, rapidly taking shape and solidifying into simply designed chairs with a cold texture, along with a small round table. Boer extended his still slightly pale right hand in an inviting gesture.
"Talking on our feet gets tiring. Let's sit down and chat." His voice was calm. He took the seat facing the space between the king and the Marine first, his casual posture naturally revealing the composure of someone in control.
He raised his hand and lightly brushed his forehead. The black particles he had deliberately gathered as a disguise scattered like stardust blown by the wind, turning into specks of deep-blue light that drifted away and vanished, revealing his original silver-white, lightly parted, tousled hair.
At the same time, the smaller portion of his left cheek was no longer concealed-it was not flesh, but a translucent substance seemingly