At this moment, the hunched elderly figure was reawakened by the fear dominated by the broken egg!
His spine instantly tightened, and his hunched shape froze into a question mark filled with horror.
Who is it up ahead, who has become our "companion" tonight?
Then, he saw it.
Three figures.
Standing at the edge of the streetlight, at the junction of light and dark, positioned on the main road leading to the commissioner's villa gate.
Two of them had their backs to him, their iconic black robes seeming to swallow all light, so heavy that even the nightly breeze couldn't lift a wrinkle.
The robe corners hung straight down, almost touching the ground.
"Night Watchers?!"
The hunched old man's heart trembled suddenly.
His first reaction in his mind was why the Night Watchers were here, could they also be after the Sheepskin Scroll?
Although the hunched old man's steps did not halt, they subtly slowed down without a trace.
