KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The sound of knocking came from outside the door.
Then a young voice followed, "Sir, do you need to go down for a meal?"
"I'm a bit tired. Just leave it outside the door," Alka replied.
"Alright."
As the footsteps faded away, Alka turned his head back towards the window, looking at the situation outside.
So, what should I do now? Do they know about the Blue Fist and me?
Alka was internally conflicted.
He had no choice. This change had come too suddenly.
He had no preparation at all, nor had he ever considered this possibility. Now, he had no way to contact Andre and the others.
Thinking of this, although Alka's eyes were looking out the window, his attention was entirely focused on contemplating what to do next.
DING! DING! DING!
A faint sound suddenly came from the inner pocket of his coat, pulling Alka from his deep thoughts back to reality.
Reaching into the inner pocket, he took out a thin Crystal Plate.
The Crystal Plate Chadite gave me?
