Chapter 691: Abnormal Contact

Ted Riel sat down next to Anomaly 077.

"Really won't have some?" Anomaly 077 grinned and shook the beer bottle in his hand, then pointed to a corner, "I still have one more bottle—this internal circulation stuff, miss it and it won't be easy to find again. From what I know, Light Breeze Harbor doesn't have this... Give it a try, if you're still soaked by the chill of Subspace, alcohol might help."

"…Since you know so much about 'saints,' you should be aware that alcohol means nothing to me," Ted Riel glanced at the mummified corpse and then shook his head, his gaze returning, "There's something I'm curious about."

Anomaly 077 shrugged: "You can ask, but I might not answer."