After the revelry, a few people at the bar were in complete disarray, as if their perception had gone astray due to drinking too much. They watched the black cat on the bar with eager faces, as if waiting for it to perform a cool backflip.
Nothing is impossible.
In the Undying Club, this haunted place, any outrageous thing happening here seems to be rationalized. This place itself is like a twisted collection of absurdity and neurosis.
Bologue felt that he had started to get used to all this, and from an expert's perspective, it was a good thing. Bologue remained as professional as ever, but from his personal viewpoint, he was somewhat sad, feeling the pain of associating with idiots.
With blue eyes staring at Wei'Er, it's a pity that it's a black cat now. From that pitch-black little face, Bologue couldn't read any expression or demeanor.
In the silence, an elegant female voice sounded.
