Chapter 4 Shovel Port

[Shovel Port Outskirts]

"Click."

"Click."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of ticking gears, the pointer of the Nulan Clock faithfully moved forward.

However, in Andre's world, that luminous stone-encrusted pointer crawled forward at an unbearably slow pace—especially since Andre kept staring at it.

As luck would have it, an untactful fellow decided to rub salt into his wound.

"Commissioner, what exactly is so special?" Tulin approached Andre with his beloved midnight-blue horse, craning his neck to peek curiously at the Nulan Clock in Andre's hand: "You've been watching it all morning!"

Andre snorted coldly, shoved the Nulan Clock in front of Tulin, and asked irritably: "Do you know what this is?"

"I... don't know." Tulin scratched his head awkwardly but said flatteringly: "But I'm sure it's worth a lot."