As Qiao Fu and his men retreated, Tyler calmly retrieved the ladle from his waist. With a wave of his hand, the seemingly ordinary utensil grew larger. He placed a folded letter inside its bowl and swiped it forward with a casual motion towards the retreating figure.
Qiao Fu's wife suddenly felt something in her hand. Startled, she glanced down and saw the letter, which had appeared as if out of nowhere. Her heart raced as she quickly tucked it into her dress, near her breast, her movements careful not to draw attention. She sighed in relief upon confirming her husband hadn't noticed. Before following the group, she stole a glance back at Tyler, who stood watching with a faint smirk.
"What was that?" Mana asked, her curiosity piqued.
"One of my weapon's specialties," Tyler replied, his tone smug as he shrank the ladle and hooked it onto his waist beside his copper pot.
"Does it work on living things?" she asked, her interest growing.
