"So, what should we do next?"
Connie surveyed the surroundings and, together with Freddy, looked at Micius.
The person in charge of The Eleventh Bureau seemed a bit overwhelmed.
Perhaps he was just a sidekick, a nameless nobody who suddenly shouldered a responsibility that far surpassed his capabilities, and he was obviously struggling.
"We... we..."
Micius wanted to take everyone back to the church, but looking at the number of people, he knew it was clearly unrealistic.
"In any case... at least we need to ensure the safety of Oliver and Theo. They should have some clues that would be of great help to us."
"I've put up with you for a long time already. If you hadn't claimed that there were clues to solve the problem here, why do you think I would risk coming?"
Freddy's eyes glinted dangerously, and the firearms in his hands, intentionally or not, were pointed at Micius: "Now... I think you deceived me. Your aim is merely to save people..."
