An hour later, Aiden sat in the office, connecting with Qiqimora once again.
This time there wasn't a blurry projection emerging from the mist; Abigail permitted only an audio communication, explaining that she was conducting experiments in her workshop and that a witch's research must never be leaked.
To Aiden, this was not inconvenient at all, he merely treated the Great Witch's Credential like a cellphone or a walkie-talkie.
"Have you found his den?" Aiden asked.
"Found it, that guy isn't living in the city. He's moved to the outskirts, to another nearby village. He's temporarily renting a house there," Qiqimora said indifferently. "Though it's a bit far, because it's situated on higher ground, he can directly see that villa from here."
"He really is a qualified stalker," Aiden commented.
"Not just qualified. One should say an outstanding, exceptional stalker," Qiqimora corrected.
"What do you mean?" Aiden didn't quite understand.
