Chapter 171: Reflections at Home

Patricia's conversation with Nicole came to a close along with the end of their lunch.

Leaving the investigator's little cottage, Ronald straightened his coat as he stood at the curbside.

Nicole lived on an ordinary residential street.

So at this time of the afternoon, the street saw more women and children, with older boys and adults rarely near their homes.

Ronald glanced back subconsciously.

Nicole's plant-filled house nestled within such a calm and ordinary street—yet there was nothing about its exterior that gave anything away.

It could only be said that over time, each mystical society had developed its own methods of concealment.

At least...

Nicole's fence was built to be strong and sturdy, wrapped as it was in gray thorns.

A common thief, prioritizing efficiency, wouldn't waste time on it.

And should someone accidentally break in.

Ronald thought the vivid plants in Nicole's garden would probably be effective, too.

"Sigh—"