After hand-to-hand finished speaking, the little monk felt an inexplicable power enveloping his whole body. At the same time, the spell seal began to heat slightly, and the little monk closed his eyes, establishing a weak connection with some object hidden in the Marquis's Mansion.
"Go, and remember, do not run away, and do not disobey my orders."
"Got it." The little monk waved his hand.
Leaving his residence, the little monk followed the guidance of the spell seal towards the depths of the Marquis's Mansion, unnoticed by anyone on his way.
As he walked, the little monk tried hard to recall, to recall that ancient Black Tiger Profound Pattern.
"Where on earth have I seen this thing before? Why can't I remember?"
With stealth and concealment, the little monk arrived at the Marquis's resting place, a Northern Territory styled square-grid building with three layers and a courtyard, the main door tightly closed, only the second-floor windows open.
