บท 232: Chapter 236: Secret Connections Are Local Customs

Thank you.

A simple word, yet it abruptly made Duncan's breath catch.

He was certain that the word had not been on the paper just moments ago, nor had there been that water-stained mark; it had appeared out of thin air right before his eyes!

He stared intently at the impression that had materialized on the paper, while a faint green flame had slowly begun to burn around him. His consciousness in a flash swept over the entire ship, checking if some uninvited "guest" had appeared—but he found nothing.

How did this word get here? Who was conveying a message to him? And why?

Frankly, he was now slightly empathetic towards those whom he had frightened, like Fenna who had once karate-chopped her vanity mirror in the Dreamscape, and just now, Tyrion and Lucrezia—though it was only a slight empathy, and next time he would do the same.

The key issue now was why a word had suddenly surfaced on this piece of paper.