—— Your faithful Astor
Having swiftly written his report, Astor took out an unremarkable four-edged crystal and after infusing it with a small amount of magic power, gently placed it on top of a piece of parchment.
A faint silver light briefly flashed, and in the next second, both the crystal and the parchment disappeared from the wooden table, leaving only a slight, colorful mist behind.
Astor, who had maintained a poker face throughout the process, got up, walked around the room following the same path as before, and with a series of crisp snapping sounds, the series of defenses that he had personally set up earlier disintegrated.
The discordant sound of a piano came from the neighbors' house. The young couple next door seemed to firmly believe that their daughter could become an artist. Astor felt that there might be a problem either with their hearing or thinking, or maybe both.
However, he didn't comment on it. He calmly went outside, found a brick, and then...
