CLIII. Mini Magician

The dancer witnessed everything at the staircase. Her night had turned completely sour, and to make matters worse, there was now a fire to deal with, and she had an art exhibition waiting for her the day after tomorrow. It wasn't time to stand around watching; she casually threw on a coat and agilely leaped from the second-floor corridor window onto the street, promptly vanishing without a trace.

The Water Pavilion Autumn Moon's main hall on the first floor.

Although Lu's fireball hadn't killed a single pirate, it had ignited many of the wooden decorations, causing a blaze.

The security personnel here, seeing the terrifying scene, had all fled. With a monthly salary of just a dozen or so silver coins, who would gamble with their life?

Gawain's gaze locked onto Liszt, deciding that killing the captain first should be the highest priority threat.

Morison's crossbow arrows flew at him in rapid succession.