The next morning, after learning the contents of the old man's journal, Lucy, Gracia, and Elizir attended Fidri Costa's magic show.
The three surviving smugglers were tied to chairs. In their state, they didn't have the strength to break the ropes restraining them.
And even if they dared, so they thought, the quartet before them was more than enough to stop them especially that blonde-haired girl.
The smugglers' leader was still haunted by the memory of her gunning down his men without the slightest hint of pity.
But, according to him, there was another danger: that young man in the hat, dressed in the blue coat of the Bureau of Internal Affairs. He seemed far too strange.
" Torture won't work on me. We're not amateurs, so don't waste your time. "
The smugglers' leader still held on to a certain confidence.
After realizing he was only facing initiates, he felt reassured.
His boss would be able to free them before a high-ranking enforcer of the Order got involved.
