She was an ugly old woman dressed in a tattered linen dress; when one's gaze fell upon her, the nose would involuntarily sniff out various stereotypical odors.
For example, the stench of elderly decay, the annoying smell of drool, and various groaning sounds.
She carried two wooden staffs; one of them was adorned with various decorations and was so large that an average adult man would struggle to carry it with both hands, yet she could grasp it easily with one hand, though it didn't look as effortless as it seemed.
The staff in her other hand was slender and looked quite ordinary, yet it emitted a subtle fluctuation.
Lind was highly sensitive to this kind of mental fluctuation.
Lost Soul Chains, as well as the underground queen Melulan's bug signals, were similar things.
The old woman was remotely controlling something through her staff.
Rats!
"Are you sure it's her?" Lind looked at Doris, skeptical of Miss Chronicler's sometimes functional, sometimes not, wizard abilities.
