Bab 345: 207 Anyway, I'm not picky about food (4000)_1

The unceasing traffic was constantly overtaken by a black sedan. The car drove very smoothly and fast.

Both sides of the streetlights passed through areas of black phantasm, and the buildings also receded in large chunks. In no time, the view outside the car window was already the suburbs, mostly undulating hilly terrain, green grass spreading, with flowers blooming occasionally.

Casio crossed his arms in front of his chest, quietly watching the scene outside the car. He had already reached some consensus with the old steward Franz. Franz agreed to let Casio try it. After all, even if it failed, it wouldn't matter if it didn't have the effect Casio mentioned. At most, they would just continue to imprison these dark creatures.

But if it could really succeed.