Where is that place?
"Riddle Master, get out of South Los!"
Arthur, lacking sleep, slumped into the chair with a listless air, obviously not in the mood to bother with Marinda.
Marinda wasn't in a hurry either, just puffing on her pipe, then blowing out mouthfuls of smoke, mint-flavored and mixed with a hint of medicinal scent, which Arthur didn't mind.
But that absolutely didn't mean Arthur enjoyed being shrouded in smoke.
In fact, Marinda was someone he had too much cooperation with.
Someone else?
Arthur would definitely make them understand what 'fate's cruel beating' meant.
Waving away the smoke with his hand, Arthur, yawning, walked towards the "Spirit Medium Parlor," and as he turned his back to Marinda, his bleary eyes began to sharpen, while his mouth muttered indistinctly—
"The ruins in the Docklands aren't known only to me."
He knew!
He indeed knew!
Marinda, clenching her pipe between her teeth, pursed her lips.
