"When did the preparatory bishops of the Three-Eyed God Church start to enjoy skulking about so much?"
Just as Bervis Twain was trying to sneakily pass through the curtain in front of him to see what "Tuck" was up to,
a languid voice followed.
"Hehe... I'm just openly coming over to take a look, alright?"
Bervis, having been called out, responded unhurriedly, exhibiting a thick skin and deep cunning.
During the time that Tuck was away, Bervis had already arrived at the Ramore Steam Tower.
Bervis Twain, who stood outside the shadowy curtain, slowly began to speak.
"Your perception is truly astonishing."
"The battle just now was frighteningly impressive."
"That guy was a Fourth-Rank Steam Hunter, yet his ability to disguise himself seemed nonexistent in front of you."
"Although your revolver is quite powerful,"
"I still have to warn you."
"You'd best use that Steam Revolver, which has been combined with a Forbidden Seal, sparingly."
