The personnel at the performance area on ship number three were a mixed bunch, and the atmosphere was quite lively.
Ronald and Nicole could notice such details, but others obviously could not, so the lively scene around them hardly changed, as if nothing had happened here.
"..."
Amidst the lively air, Ronald and Nicole exchanged a glance.
Without any dialogue, they understood each other's thoughts through eye contact—go check out the situation.
Ronald and Nicole walked silently towards the direction from which the scent of blood was wafting.
It wasn't until they were halfway through the crowded path that Nicole couldn't help but ask:
"Ronald, I've been thinking."
Ronald glanced sideways, thinking Nicole had discovered a clue:
"Did you find the source of this smell?"
"Not really." Nicole shook her head straightforwardly, "I just suddenly remembered, ever since I took you on patrol back then, you seem to have a high chance of running into troublesome things wherever you go."
