Yi Lin suddenly remembered that he had not left this place for five days.
Although there were no strenuous movements, and no strange smells had exaggeratedly emanated from his body, Yi Lin himself found it somewhat unbearable.
He sneaked back to his room, scrubbed himself thoroughly, then lay on his soft bed, pondering life.
It seemed that something was bound to happen this afternoon.
Yi Lin closed his eyes.
Currently, everything within the Clock Tower was shrouded in fog, unclear to Yi Lin.
He did not understand why Bartholomew Dillon would so generously display vast knowledge to him, nor his purpose.
Yi Lin always felt that something was amiss.
But without sufficient information, he couldn't analyze anything.
Regarding the "commission" of the Prototype Treasure, Bartholomew Dillon had not mentioned it, and Yi Lin pretended to have forgotten about it too.
