Su Ming'an looked at the splendid scene before him.
Like completing a mission, he stepped in and walked into the room at the very bottom.
Noel followed him in, sat across from him, and closed the door.
The speed of the Ferris wheel was extremely slow, as if trapped in an independent space, where everything shaking outside the window was just the lingering remnants of the past, all cast aside in the back of the mind.
"My guest," Noel looked at him, "you seem to have suffered many hardships, so much so that you no longer smile."
Su Ming'an looked at him, waiting for his invitation.
"And now, as far as I know, there are still many who have their sights set on you, including some dead warriors." Noel chuckled lightly, "Gran Country's assassin organization, Spades, have you heard of them?"
"I'm just a student."
"Hehe," Noel laughed, as if he had anticipated his response, and continued:
