Moments later, inside the inn.
The place was brightly lit, leaving no dark corners in the large hall.
Alex entered from outside, his face bearing a somewhat distressed expression.
He walked straight to where Daniel and the others were gathered, saying, "That thing was incredibly fast. I could still see it when it jumped down from the building, but it disappeared the moment it took a turn."
Daniel didn't find this strange and poured a cup of coffee for Alex.
Alex nodded in gratitude, downing the drink in one go. He turned to look at Liam, who was nursing a wounded arm, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. "What happened to him?"
Touching his nose lightly, Daniel spoke in a neutral tone, "My doing."
Alex gave a faint nod of understanding, simply responding, "Oh." In the operations of the Investigation Bureau, there was no right or wrong. Even if it was a mistake, no one had the authority to pursue the matter.
