"You mean the gypsy girl?"
"She's already been taken away by someone from their Tower of Wizards."
"...I don't know anything..."
"I only saw a white shadow... A white shadow... Even when the silver bat flies, it's still a white shadow. I can name seventeen or eighteen animals that are white shadows when they fly without even using my brain!"
Old man Ferna frowned, gruffly voicing his complaints, his tone somewhat dissatisfied.
Zheng Qing and his friends stood not far from the old man.
Clearly, Old Ferna was extremely annoyed at a certain witness's inability to clearly identify the culprit.
Now, the old maintenance worker was holding his long wooden stick, carefully poking at the bushes in the woods, trying to find some overlooked clues.
Around him, dozens of workers in grey robes were lined up neatly, meticulously searching the lawn next to the muddy pond inch by inch.
