"Where did you go just now?" "The Magician" asked in confusion.

Ms. "Justice" replied softly:

"Go to plant a hint in the dreams of chasing people's blood bread, telling them, this weekend, the fools

The pharmaceutical company will conduct a free clinic in the memorial parish area, providing free diagnosis and treatment and medicine.”

"When will I plan to have a free clinic?" The "magician" asked subconsciously.

Ms. “Justice” smiled slightly:

tomorrow.

“I will sponsor it.”

At six o'clock in the morning, Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 207.

Lumian naturally woke up from his dream and started washing.

Before he could decide what to eat this morning, he saw the "doll" messenger appear and threw down a letter.

Lumian unfolded the letter paper in confusion and saw a portrait.

Next to the portrait is the handwriting of Ms. "Magician":

“This should be what ‘I have a friend’ looks like, and we will start all licensees in Trier looking for him, including you.
Chapter completed!