Chapter 410: Misty Panic

The click of the switch echoed continuously in the secret room, the metallic spring vibrating rhythmically as it connected and disconnected, sending invisible signals to the rooftop—and from there, antennas cunningly disguised as weather vanes broadcast them. Messages from the Mist Fleet would likewise find their way into this chamber, transforming into the click-clack of the relays and a series of neatly punched holes on the ticker tape.

Nemo sat at the table wearing headphones, restlessly tapping his fingers on the surface as he listened to the sounds within. A young girl dressed as a waitress stood beside him, deciphering the round holes on the paper tape that had just been fed out of the punch machine.

After a while, Nemo yanked off the headphones and leaned back in his chair, massaging his eyebrows and letting out a long sigh.