"What's going on? The progress bar shouldn't be stuck at this time, should it?"
Colin continued flipping through the pages, but even after two hours had passed, there was no movement in the progress bar—
Could it be that some key information is missing?
Just as he was feeling somewhat baffled, the cat-eared maid beside him suddenly stepped forward and said, "Director, shortly before you arrived here, I received a message from you. The message asked me to tell you the words on this note once you had re-examined most of the important materials...
"Would you like me to carry out that instruction?"
Huh? Sent a message a little while ago? Wasn't "I" dead?!
Colin felt a chill run up his spine from his coccyx, feeling as though he had seen a ghost.
But a bright idea struck him a second later, realizing that the received message might be related to the parchment he had taken away, which might have automatically sent a signal or something when getting close to this place...
