Subtle, hidden breathing patterns lurked everywhere around us, revealing at least dozens of people in the vicinity.
I masked my own presence, glanced at Watson Thompson, and said, "Stay right here and wait for me. Don't move until I get back."
Watson Thompson shook her head stubbornly. "I'm coming with you!"
"Absolutely not. This is extremely dangerous - you can't tag along." I frowned at her.
Watson Thompson lifted her chin. "I'm a Military Marquis now. Danger doesn't scare me."
Seeing I couldn't change Watson Thompson's mind, I had no choice but to bring her downstairs with me.
Once we reached the lower level, the sharp-eyed man with the mustache immediately sensed something unusual.
He sniffed the air, then scanned our surroundings, his fingers dancing through the atmosphere.
"Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials have surfaced?" The man with the mustache's brow creased.
I asked, caught off guard, "How'd you figure that out?"
