A crow with glowing red eyes glided under the dark night and landed on Magician's hand.
Magician removed a small paper from the crow's leg before he released it.
[Deadmen's Dent, Hollow Wood]
"Here? What's Michel thinking?" Magician frowned and handed the paper to Angor.
Since Angor needed Magician to take him to the meeting, he decided to wait at Magician's place. He had been at Magician's place since eight in the evening.
Unfortunately, the message that announced the meeting place only arrived when it was almost midnight.
"Who's Michel? Is that a real name?" Angor read the paper and didn't recognize the name at all.
"I don't know. He's in charge of telling us the message this time. We use a different man for each meeting."
"Won't someone use this chance to set everyone else up?"
Magician shook his head. "No one will. To us, the meeting is our only chance of improving."
