"Do you still remember Anslot?"
"I do," Carl nodded. "Tim's friend, I heard he went missing?"
"He's dead," Alesya shrugged. "His body was dredged up from the depths of the Swamp. It's still unknown who did it."
"What I meant to say was, he once commissioned me to try and purchase the Advanced Magic Items you inherited from Adolf."
"Oh!" Carl raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Watching the other leave, Carl pondered briefly before heading to the library, where he stopped in front of a scroll painting. A woman in the painting was deep in sleep.
"Jina?"
"Ah!" Jina snapped back to reality, opening her eyes with a smile. "Honored Master, what do you command?"
"Were you sleeping?" Carl asked, curious.
"No!" Jina declared with a serious expression, wiping drool from the corner of her mouth as she fibbed, "I was pondering! As a spirit servant filled with knowledge, I need to think constantly to better serve you, Master."
Seriously? Carl was speechless.
