186 Traces of the Undead

Three days later.

Eli walked out of the Tower and walked on the street that led to the outside world.

One by one, the warlocks brushed past the street. No one greeted him. Too many people had died that year, and in addition, Eli rarely showed his face in recent years. So, although some warlocks knew that the White Tower had a powerful honorary member, very few people knew who he was.

Eli was very happy about this. The fewer people who knew him, the better.

Keeping a low profile was the best protection.

He passed through a few streets and came to the tall white Tower. In the White Tower, Eli saw Kratos.

"Are you going to leave for a while?" Kratos asked in surprise.

"Yes, I need to go out for a while." Eli nodded.

"Sure." Kratos nodded in agreement.