Everything Was Arranged by the Gate of Truth

March 4th, 17:32 in Eastern District One time. Because the sun's direct rays were gradually shifting toward the Tropic of Cancer, Paris was still bright and pleasant. Tourists took photos in the grand square before Notre-Dame de Paris as proof that they had visited, while quite a few were willing to pay eight euros for a bell tower ticket, climbing over four hundred steps to reach the belfry and follow in the footsteps of Quasimodo, the bell-ringer.

Kader and his group, having walked over from the Palace of Justice, blended into the crowd like ordinary tourists.

Security at Notre-Dame Cathedral was relatively strict. Visitors were not allowed to bring liquids inside, but their luggage did not need to be inspected, so Kader and the others easily entered the cathedral carrying cello and violin cases.

"Found him."

Kader's gaze instantly locked onto the dwarf sitting on a pew in the chapel, his hands clasped before the pulpit. He was as small as a child, seemingly praying to God.

They had not come to Paris merely to spend public funds on a team-building trip.

Two years had passed since the Aura Resurgence. Countless Transcendents had emerged like bamboo shoots after spring rain, and with them came an increasing number of supernatural crimes that the police system could not handle. Not every country had a comprehensive surveillance network like the Xuan Kingdom Federation, nor did every country have personnel capable of pursuing supernatural criminals—when facing a Transcendent who was an army unto himself, sometimes even ten police officers fighting one could be counter-killed and wiped out.

Moreover, unlike ordinary criminals, who could only turn their blades on the weak, supernatural criminals could easily destroy mundane security systems. Unless they could hire Transcendents to guard them day and night, the wealthy were merely weak