1539 What A Cute Little Bat!

Mag brought Connie down the roof, and walked to the small courtyard under the cover of the night. They made small talk as they walked. "Do you have any special feelings after coming back to the Falk Tribe again?"

"It feels… a little strange." Connie's emotions seemed to be rather down.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Those…" Mag quickly consoled her. She was originally the tribe's little princess, and she became a downtrodden assassin in the blink of an eye. Her loved ones were either killed or imprisoned. She had to have felt terrible coming back to this place again.

"I felt the buildings and roads have changed a lot. I'm afraid I will get lost again," Connie said gravely.

Mag choked on the words that he was about to say. He only managed to clear his throat after a while, and said, "I-it's fine. Take things slowly."

"Oh, yes. Do you all know where my brother is imprisoned? I want to go and save him tonight!" Connie asked Mag with concern.