Raising the key imbued with peculiar power in his hand, Bologue then realized that this key had also been affected to some extent, with numerous scratches appearing on the surface. However, Bologue paid no mind to it and, as usual, inserted it into the lock, turning the doorknob.
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"Did you hear? The Order Bureau has been quite active recently."
Serey, heavily drunk, lay on the bar counter, while Wei'Er sat atop his head, her fluffy tail incessantly brushing against his nose.
"Ah... Achoo!"
Serey sneezed mightily, sitting up straight as Wei'Er gracefully leaped off his head and landed smoothly on the bar counter, her black cat fur floating to and fro.
Wei'Er licked her cat paw, "It's said to be related to the King's Secret Sword."
"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us."
The sneeze left Serey dizzy; he felt somewhat cold and stood up, intending to return to his room to sleep.
Wei'Er said, "Sooner or later, it will be related to us."
