Chapter 112: The 2nd Morning

Before returning to Serefis, Ronald carefully tucked the notes into his jacket pocket.

He had already verified that this notebook was problem-free.

There were no traces of magic, nor any interference from magical power.

It was simply a work record, akin to a diary, penned by the researcher named Or during his lab work.

Beneath the starry sky, the fishing village on the coast appeared within view.

Everything from afar to nearby looked just as it had when he left.

By the time Ronald returned inside Serefis, it was already past midnight.

Many fishermen, preparing to go out to sea, were getting ready for work.

The fishermen were still worried about the mythical hunters appearing to rip them open and take their lives.

But they had no choice.

If they didn't go out to fish, not to mention their own household finances, Serefis, a fishing village reliant on the fishing industry and located right next to Berenwich, would inevitably decline.

If it were to come to that.