On the balcony of the household from before, Dr. Feng was holding a small green watering can, watering the plants on the ground.
He carefully adjusted the direction of the water flow until he could see a clear, colorful halo; only then did he reveal a smile.
Suddenly, his hand trembled, causing the water stream, which he had taken such pains to adjust, to deviate, losing its brilliant colors.
"What's wrong?"
Ais Wakaz, who was lying in bed watching television, asked. He had already taken off the gray cape and was only wearing a white loincloth.
"Two of the hosts I had arranged were killed... It's not yet the time I set for them to expand outward, so they shouldn't have attracted the Hunter Association's attention... But dead is dead, one or two won't affect the big picture."
Out of curiosity, Ais Wakaz asked, "I'm very curious about how many hosts you've arranged that make you so confident in succeeding."
