Ronan stopped in front of a ruined little estate, checking the address Quidi had given him.
The low walls of gray stone were covered with dead ivy, some parts already crumbling and falling off.
Thick spider webs wrapped around the rusty, heavy iron gate.
Through the patterns on the iron gate, he could vaguely see the almost abandoned flower beds and toppled statue stone pillars inside. There seemed to be a small pool, but it was covered with a dark green hue.
"Even as an official member of the Magic Ring, taking on a task just once every six months shouldn't lead to such destitution..."
Ronan stood at the entrance of the estate, his eyes flickering slightly.
Quidi had mentioned to him before that the estate's owner had a strange temperament and lots of issues.
From the looks of it now, the problem was much bigger than he had anticipated.
"Knock knock—"