In the stillness of Nala City at night, the town hall was the only place that still looked alive among the others. Marquess Flint was sitting in his study with a genuine frown. No matter how long Marquess Flint thought, it seemed that Elijah had realized something from the remaining evidence left behind at the mining site.
"My Lord...."
"Sir Ian, please make that human shut up for a while."
"Yes, My Lord!"
THUD!
Ruthlessly, Captain Ian kicked Weiss right in the face as a warning that he should shut his mouth tightly. Marquess Flint was frustrated to the point of massaging his nose several times. If either of them were to misbehave at this moment, there was no telling if they would make it out of the man's room alive.
"Hah... damn it."
