Rat King Nos's face was overcast as he stared at the man in the high hat before him, his right hand resting on the hilt of the steel sword, trembling ever so slightly.
He very much wanted to smash the man's face to pieces with his sword.
Unfortunately, it wasn't time yet.
It would only be after midnight that the triennial Festival would occur, and once he obtained the True Canon, he would certainly settle the score with all of these people first.
The man in the high hat lifted his magic staff, waved it casually, and an invisible barrier unfolded. His face was full of smugness.
The man said with a scornful laugh, "Nos, I've cut off the surrounding sounds. Say whatever you want to say, but wait, you're not here to ask for that key back, are you hahaha?"
Rat King Nos's expression remained indifferent.
