Amidst the nighttime cacophony of the town's barking dogs, Lumian let out a low chuckle.
"Do you have that many dogs in Dardel?"
"Y-yes." The middle-aged man managed a hesitant smile.
Something is off as expected. Has something happened to this town? Lumian had intentionally inquired, keen on observing the reactions of the resident across from him.
Amidst the persisting dog chorus, he concentrated on gauging the other party's luck.
He had no plans to leave the steam locomotive and venture into Dardel for investigation. His only recourse was to probe into the luck of the town's residents, anticipating hidden problems before they could unexpectedly spread to the train station.
While Termiboros could influence his luck observation, there was always a chance of being misled. Lumian, lacking expertise in divination or prophecy, had limited options for gathering information without leaving the steam locomotive.
