Outside the window.
Dusk had fallen, and the sky was dim.
Inside the inn guest room.
Aaron looked at the 'Talisman' in his hand, slightly speechless.
This talisman was made from a pomelo leaf as the carrier, seemingly drenched in a complicated charm written with wax oil, bearing some holes.
At first glance, it had nothing to do with a traditional talisman.
But, for some reason, Aaron just knew he had completed it.
"Odd man's power?!"
"This is a power surpassing the seventh level... barely counts as a decent trump card, I guess. Finally, I feel a bit safer."
...
The next day.
Aaron got up, washed his face with the hot water sent by the waiter, and leisurely walked out of his room.
Walking down the street, he noticed many shops selling breakfast pastries.
Steamed buns and fried dough sticks, soy milk flatbread...
Rice balls, dumplings, noodles...
And the less common bread baguette...
Aaron stretched contentedly and then saw a squad of Mysterious Court soldiers.
