"The Night Race has resurfaced, bringing back many dreadful memories, and not to mention, there have been some uninvited guests recently, disturbing the peace of this place."
Bologue knelt halfway down, aligning his gaze with Wei'Er's, and reached out to gently stroke the smooth head of the cat.
"Sorry, I was impatient. When Serey wakes up, please help me apologize to him."
Wei'Er nudged Bologue forcefully, then leaped onto Bologue, standing on his shoulder, "This is the rule of the Undying Club, we cannot interfere with the mortal world, not even to inform others of information."
"Though it's established in a bustling place, it indeed stands apart from the mortal world." Bologue nodded.
Bologue walked to the bar and sat down. Since Serey got entangled with troubles, he either sleeps or indulges in drinking, leaving the duty of bartender to Bode.
