"What's your name?"
"Chuck."
"And what's your name?"
"...I don't know."
"How about you?"
"..."
On the slope from the underground cave to the surface, Salvation Army soldiers came to protect Horn. Anyone who could breathe was asked their name by Hilov.
Some answered, some were unwilling to respond, and some even gave cold stares.
Hilov wasn't annoyed; whether they answered or not, she simply asked and then quietly sat wagging her tail.
"Did you make that brass claw on Ah Fu's wrist?"
"Yeah, I designed and polished it myself, but I can only make modifications, not forge it myself.
The parts and iron ingots left by the artisan are getting scarce, and Ah Fu's blacksmithing skills are lacking. Creating new dolls is becoming increasingly difficult."
From the underground cave to the first floor of the palace, there's a dedicated slope. It seems that Blood Slave Ah Fu usually pushes Hilov this way to the first floor.
