The guide was a golden mechanical being, scanning the invitation, with the indicator light behind the ear flashing rapidly.
The security, stern but polite, requested John to hand over his weapons.
John exchanged a look with Ouro and the others, then placed the equipment bag he was holding onto the inspection table.
Clang—
The sound of metal frames and ammunition colliding came from inside.
The security lifted it expressionlessly, and the scanning equipment confirmed there were no items like bombs that required separate storage.
"Darling."
Oulos flicked her hair and came in front of John.
"The weapon storage lockers are downstairs at the banquet level, the area we just walked through. There's a hollow holographic projection between floors, so don't fall while leaning on the stairs~"
She used a teasing tone, hinting at something.
"To retrieve the weapons, just scan your biometrics."
