|| Chapter 467 || He Knows

Unhurried footsteps sounded within the quiet hallways. Then the sound of rain, soft pattering into one's heart. Moulin walked towards his room as his fingers played with the cracked Arcan Relic. Much in a good mood, he didn't mind the bumpy ridges against his touch.

Silver eyes deepened when he didn't fully alter the magic formation of the arcan relics in the expedition team's hands. Thus, the results would be somewhat similar to Ordan's experience using the arcan relic to enhance his attacks. The method would be extremely useful to win against mailbreeds and demons…

The door opened for him, and Moulin paused. A significantly familiar presence welcomed his senses. However, he didn't sense anyone within the room. A certain High Lord had just left his room. His presence lingered in the air. Moulin's brows furrowed.