That settled it.
Jio rose to his feet.
Muzna, barely calmed, looked up with tear-brimmed eyes.
“Th—thank you…”
“Enough. What else do you know?”
Of course, he hadn’t expected more than this. There’s no way that puppetmaster bastard would be that sloppy.
If anything, this was an unexpected windfall.
To get a lead on the Ownerless Tower out of nowhere here.
“Anyway, that’s all you’ve got on the branch?”
“Only that if you use it, you’ll definitely die, and to slow it down you have to avoid using your abilities as much as possible…”
They already knew that much.
Jio’s face tightened uneasily.
Hmm. If it’s like this…
He held his tongue—digging deep for social skills he didn’t have—but the tofu-peddler thug whose tact had been shipped off somewhere past the Sahara butted in.
“But if things are like this, forget the Ownerless Tower—Jeong Gilgaon’s a guaranteed dead ending, ain’t he? Gonna take a long while to hunt down that Liberation Group boss bastard. He’ll keel over and cross the Yellow Springs before then.”
A…