June 8th.
Switzerland, Dusk Bell Church Headquarters.
After Hannibal returned, the council table in the church was already filled with people.
He glanced at his own seat, next to which sat a middle-aged man of similar age, expressionless, with a pair of profoundly deep eyes.
What was somewhat surprising was
this man clearly had the appearance and physique of a Caucasian, yet his eyes were dark brown, somewhat reminiscent of mixed heritage.
Hannibal thought for a moment, and a name surfaced in his mind—James.
Before he had left the Dusk Bell Church, he had heard that a hunter from the church had chosen to join.
It should be this man.
The atmosphere felt a bit off.
Hannibal looked at the person seated in the main seat; this person had never appeared at the previous meetings, but no one dared to ignore him.
Because this person was the de facto leader of the Dusk Bell Church.
