Urgency

"You… smell Maskelyne?" Angwoods didn't quite understand Adol's words, but his tone became rather serious and grim when he mentioned the name.

Under the pale sunlight, Adol's delicate but lifeless skin was covered by a faint black air, and under his hood two red light spots were dancing like flames. He snorted, "The amulet he wears is made by Maskelyne… I can recognize it. Maskelyne can sense me using the amulet, and I can also recognize the amulet he made…"

"So, the last time when you leaked the secret information to Sousa was not because of Felipe, nor for triggering the internal strife in the Hand of Paleness?" Angwoods reached out his hand and caught a piece of rotten flesh falling from his body, and rubbed it back in his face.

"Those human beings are stupid and greedy. Their mind can't see. So we can play them between our hands." Adol sneered.