Tracking

Two days later, the owner of an appliance repair shop arrived at Wolf's Den in the morning.

He was relatively familiar with Ogre. Usually, they would hire him if there were any wiring malfunctions. As long as it wasn't complicated and was an urgent matter, they would hire him.

"Is the camera broken?" The middle-aged man looked up at the equipment by the door. Like most Red River people, he looked older than his age. His skin looked like it had been ground by sand.

Although Ogre was no longer hypnotized and lost his memory about the repair, he still nodded. "Yes, it's down. Thus, I got you to take a look. If it really doesn't work out, I'll get a new one. It's been used for years anyway."

The electronics repair shop owner smiled. "Sure, I have a few second-hand ones. Their quality ain't too bad."