Chương 390: Pretty Lies

"Come closer, Silent, you'll miss it!"

Ragnar tapped the free space on the 'couch' to his right while repeatedly bumping his left shoulder against Emir's, his hands holding a large serving of popcorn.

"Stop moving ya fuck."

Emir stepped on his feet, silencing him, and turned to face Silent, who stood behind them with a confused look on his face.

"What? I know you're interested too, so don't act like you're better than us."

Scruffing his long black hair, he blinked his green eyes a few times.

Only then did he move, finally convinced that what he saw was real.

Just two minutes ago, while he was relaxing in his neural network after shooing off another cohort, his long day of protecting the Silent Archive over, he noticed Emir and Ragnar pulling up to the ruin, taking a leisurely walk through it as if on a picnic.