Andrey's figure asking for help split into two people.
Kevin kept looking back, with a strange expression, at this gentleman who volunteered to help, and once again he raised a question.
"Is Mr. Nameless really a friend of Lyle?"
Nameless, a member of the Advanced Magic Research Society, an occultism researcher. A smile appeared on his face, the kind of deliberate smile that made people uncomfortable, produced by someone who has been expressionless for a long time out of necessity.
"Yes, Kevin, Mr. Plague Doctor and I are very good friends. Since you and Mr. Plague Doctor are brothers, naturally, you and I are also good brothers. Helping you is my duty."
"It's not about helping me, it's about helping Lyle, Mr. Nameless. Your focus seems a bit strange."
"Hahaha, I felt an instant connection with you, Kevin. Perhaps those wonderful feelings are the arrangements of destiny." Nameless's hand gently patted Kevin's shoulder.
