Midnight, the manor.
The twin moons hung high, casting a serene glow on the ground.
In the courtyard, the four brothers were on guard, each casually chatting with the others.
Weidianyuan was recounting his gaming career in the Northern Land.
"… In Godror City, the snow flurries start in September and October. No joke, returning to the city felt just like coming home, so familiar, and then… Ouch, damn it!?"
After a clang, a spark lit up the air.
A short sword aiming for Weidianyuan was blocked by a dagger.
Teacher Xia's figure slowly came into view.
Along with him appeared Fang, clad in armor.
With two short swords in hand, he, a fourth-level Soul Hunter, was quite surprised…
He was clearly after the peculiar black Skeleton, yet unexpectedly, he was still intercepted by this Wanderer.
It seemed that the other party had detected him in advance, though he was completely unaware.
Just what realm had this stealth technique reached?
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