After leisurely finishing breakfast, Eric took Skidmore out to seek justice at the castle. Stepping out of the hotel door, Eric looked up at the sky, which was nice today. The sky over the southern district of Paris looked very comfortable, though not entirely pure, it was far more pleasing than the common hazy sky of Shanghai!
Under the clear sky, Eric suddenly felt an urge to walk. He declined the hotel's offer of a private car and instead walked slowly onto the street.
Skidmore naturally wouldn't contradict his master's mood. After all, he had waited for centuries, so a little more time didn't matter.
But less than a minute into their walk, Skidmore's expression changed because he suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand on end.
Sensing his unease, Eric smiled faintly and said, "Feeling like something has locked onto us?"