"Yes, Murphy. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come in person." The shadow nodded nonchalantly.
The figure, known as Morster, wore a silver mask that obscured his face and a black cloak wrapped around his body and most of his face.
There were no gaps in the silver mask, not even breathing holes or observational eyes, completely hiding this person's appearance.
His voice was quite immature; he didn't sound very old.
Murphy stared at the metal box and said:
"Your guess was right, Morster. After Pim's death, no one could use the Bone-mending Wand. The Death Herald Guild's plan to assassinate Sterling naturally fell through. But I really can't understand why Pim suddenly appeared on the third underground level and happened to be caught by me."
Morster remained silent for a moment. motionless. Approximately half a minute passed before he spoke.
"Murphy, what do you think of Sin Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis?"
