Arthur looked at his confident partner, his feelings quite complex.
In the end, a myriad of thoughts converged into a single sigh—
You are quite good, aren't you?
"Not a Lost Soul,"
Arthur said with certainty.
Then, he walked from where the carriage was parked towards the direction of Spring Water Square, bending down to touch the still moist soil.
Cold.
A coldness not belonging to this season.
Immediately, Arthur understood.
He continued to bend and search.
About a few minutes later, he raised his hand to signal Malz.
"Is this...ice?!"
Following the direction Arthur was pointing at, Malz saw some tiny, still-melting crystals and was utterly stunned.
Subsequently, the police chief glanced at the carriage and then towards the direction of Spring Water Square, and blurted out,"
"Paving the way with ice!
Such a cunning fellow!"
The patrol officers exchanged glances, their faces filled with surprise.
Before this, they had not thought of paving the way with ice.
