The murmur of fate, like a gentle breeze brushing by, always eludes clarity, giving only vague guidance.
Charles had possessed the Golden Serpent Ring for some time now, and he attempted to make note of each murmur, using mathematical analysis to quickly decipher the majority of the murmurs' meanings.
Well, though it was still mostly guesswork.
The Golden Serpent Ring had been silent for quite some time, and Charles had no idea why it suddenly issued a warning. Without any hesitation, he pushed the Quickness Technique ×10 to its limit and dashed straight for the residence of Golden Ram Herolf.
The Black Dragon and Qiudelo were often busy with their own affairs and not always available, but Golden Ram Herolf hardly ever left his dwelling, making him the most reliable target for Charles's choice.