Time.
12:40 p.m.
It's almost one o'clock.
One o'clock in the Royal Capital.
Virel once again stepped into Jackson's home.
As Ethan's most important partner in the Royal Capital, Jackson did not refuse to meet with Virel.
However, this famous art dealer seemed unwilling to muddy the waters for future masterpieces.
Though he always met Virel, he provided no substantial help.
Everything seemed like pleasantries and perfunctory gestures.
And Virel was like a mythical figure punished by the gods to roll a stone up a mountain, knowing it would always roll back down but continuing to try, hoping one time it might succeed.
"Truly a persistent fellow."
The Kingdom Statistical Bureau employees who were surveilling Virel were worn out; they watched as Virel entered Jackson's house, unable to stifle their yawns.
"Honestly, isn't it okay if we retreat now? Over at Wenster, young master Joseph should almost be done, right? Keeping an eye on this guy seems pointless."
