The dusk hung low, and the streetlights on Pari Street glowed dimly.
After finishing his official duties, Nigel, accompanied by Lanci and Talia, walked through the quiet alleys, their footsteps swallowed by the night.
Originally, he had merely entrusted Lanci and Tata with the matter, intending Countess Rosalinda to arrange the follow-up, but since Lanci had brought up a more important matter, they needed to discuss it in detail again.
Before long, the elegant sign of the Valentine Gallery came into view.
The three of them bypassed the main entrance and quietly entered the gallery through an inconspicuous side door.
"What did you say about the Blood Clan, Lanci?"
On the way, Nigel had also heard some alarming information from Lanci.
From what he understood, there had indeed been sightings of mysterious races, such as a powerful Eighth-order Undead appearing in Lanci's homeland, the Nanwantina.