Margaret, before leaving, entrusted her brother's adjutant to investigate the situation of several magicians. According to Winchester, this adjutant was trustworthy and meticulous, but most of the magicians in the Eastern Holy Land lived reclusively and acted cautiously, making it difficult to investigate.
In comparison, tracking Charlotte's whereabouts seemed easier.
Margaret wanted to go back to see if there was any new information.
Andy carried the oil lamp and escorted Margaret all the way to the gate.
"Will I still be able to see you recently?" he asked, standing in the deep night, his delicate face tinged with a faint warmth from the lamp. His eyes, shining with thousands of stars, gazed at the beloved girl.
"It's hard to say. I'll contact you when I have time," Margaret replied, running her fingers over the satin ribbon at his collar. "Goodbye, dear wood."
Andy stood behind the rusty iron gate for a long time.
