10,000-Year-Old Magic Array
Éditeur: Henyee Translations
At night, Angor told Trusan that he would be going away for a couple of days again. After he handed her some coins, he headed out.
He came to Water Grasse just to tell Trusan about his departure. He had to meet with Shadow tonight at the Deadmen's Dent at Hollow Wood.
Before he could leave on his boat, another lone boat slowly approached the manor.
Angor stopped and looked at the time-beaten face under the moonlight, as well as the visitor's silver hair that was moving in the night breeze.
"It's been only several days, and you look worse than before, Count Leonrick," Angor addressed him.
It was Leonrick. In Angor's eyes, this spirited and energetic middle-aged man had become a wrinkled and ill elder as if he was approaching his last years.
Leonrick put down his oar and looked up slowly.
"Mister Mask…" Even his voice sounded distant and husky.
"You came here alone, which means you're prepared to face the worst?"