The following afternoon.
Zich moved his left shoulder slightly. The wound had already healed completely, but large movements still caused a dull pain. Nevertheless, it was much better than a few days ago. At the very least, he could now put on his own coat.
He changed into a black combat outfit, strapped Frostgrave to his back, and checked the contents of his spatial bag.
There were soul stones, a few bottles of recovery potions, and a communicator.
He had no intention of going anywhere else today.
There was only one thing he needed to confirm.
...
Twenty minutes later, Zich stood in front of the mansion he had rented.
He pressed his silver access token against the sensor, and the main door slid open silently.
Everything was exactly as he had left it.
Quiet, tidy, and without any signs that someone had searched the place.
The Failure Network knew the location of this mansion, but after Arthur strengthened security, they clearly hadn't dared to approach it again.
