A woman wearing a Black Butterfly Mask, holding a half-meter-long ham like she was carrying a Wolf Fang Club, walked through the chaotic city.
Behind her, followed a delicate white-haired handsome man.
It was Milien, and Merlin.
They set off from the Red Fog Area, heading north, strolling and munching as if on a vacation, for half a month.
Along the way, Merlin talked a lot.
He always said strange things, such as "That's how humans are, always accompanied by conflict when they have power," "This is humanity," "Boring humans," "I really envy them, having such petty ambition," "Their lives must never be dull," and so on.
Milien did not pay him any mind.
She focused on gnawing at the ham.
A single word: Delicious.
The two were about to reach the northern sea.
"Did he leave a lot of food in the Bohai Sea?"
Milien gnawed quietly, and only as they approached the end did she ask, unable to hold back.
