Aaron stared at the tracker in front of him, secretly sighing in his heart.
'Luckily, my intuition was wrong, and I decided to wait through divination, otherwise, Lilliatte might be in danger... This person should be tracking Nicholas...'
'An Extraordinary from the "Secret"? His temperament doesn't seem like someone from the investigation bureau; I wonder if he knows Clarke...'
Resno on the opposite side shrank his body reflexively as if conditioned, dropping the tools in his hand and replacing them with a revolver and a talisman: "Who are you? No... You're just an illusion! Were you here before? No wonder I didn't track back to the presence of a third party!"
"Do illusions leave no trace in history?"
Aaron said suddenly.
He didn't unravel the illusion, instead hiding his true body on the side, leisurely opening his revolver and stuffing in special bullets.