Chapitre 215: Throw ball

The white rose that he received from the terminal… was left inside his room.

When he came back, he was sure it would die because he had not placed it in a glass with water for it to survive.

Lucien sighed, then raised his blade towards the flock of vultures, which had tripled its numbers.

The vultures were looking, scrutinizing, and sizing Lucien up and down. No one knew how many pairs of eyes were secretly staring at him.

Just as he shifted his gaze to the other side, a sudden attack came from the sky. Lucien swiftly dodged to one side, then leaned against the post and looked up in a certain direction.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

He did not see who it was from, but he was almost certain. That attack did not come from a ghost, a creature, or a demon. That was from a player.