Chapter 60: The Night's Allure: Venturing into "Enchantment"

So, was Richard really here just to deliver the ointment? But… why? 

An Ran couldn't wrap her head around it. Logically, she should visit him to express her gratitude for the miraculous remedy. Yet, the memory of his icy demeanor when he left made her hesitate. After wrestling with the thought, she finally decided to let it go. 

*Forget it,* she thought. 

Her priority now was to find Wild Wolf and demand an explanation for his broken promise. Along the way, she might also gather some information about the elusive "Night Emperor."

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As night fell, the residential areas of Roseville were enveloped in silence by around 10 p.m.

Dressed in her riding gear, An Ran tied up her hair and donned her helmet. She carefully wheeled her beloved motorcycle, *Streamlight*, out of the house, moving as quietly as possible. 

Outside, a crescent moon hung in the sky, its light veiled by a thin layer of mist that shrouded Roseville. The dim, ethereal glow of the moon added an air of mystery to the night.

An Ran mounted her bike and quickly sped through the quiet streets of the town. Soon, she reached a brightly lit district—the heart of Roseville's nightlife, where all the bars were concentrated.

This area was the town's sole entertainment hub, a place where all sorts of people mingled. Though Roseville rarely saw outsiders, the regulars here were mostly locals. While the crowd included some idle troublemakers, they rarely caused major disturbances—though drunken brawls were not uncommon.

Since most townsfolk retired early, An Ran made it to the district without much trouble. Compared to the rest of Roseville, this street was lively, though it was still early enough that the crowd was sparse.

At the center of the district stood *Enchantment*, the largest bar in Roseville, just as Wild Wolf had described. 

As An Ran approached the bar's entrance, she noticed several motorcycles parked outside, their red bodies unmistakable—they belonged to members of the "Night Clan."

After dismounting, she removed her helmet and replaced it with a cap, casting a shadow over half her face.

An Ran took a moment to observe *Enchantment*. The bar had a distinctly gothic aesthetic, with black walls adorned by strange graffiti—everything from religious imagery to intricate designs. Hanging on either side of the entrance were wreaths made of garlic flowers, a peculiar yet striking detail.

Standing outside for a moment, An Ran admired the bar's unique exterior before making her way inside. 

As she stepped over the threshold, a tall man stumbled toward the exit, clearly unsteady on his feet. An Ran quickly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding a collision.

The man, reeking of alcohol, called out to her, "Hey, kid! You look unfamiliar. First time at *Enchantment*?" 

In a town where everyone knew one another, An Ran's cap and mysterious demeanor made her stand out.

Keeping her voice low, she replied, "Yes. I'm here to see Wild Wolf."

Unable to see her face clearly, the man grew suspicious. He reached out, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder, and grinned. "Heh. If you wanna see our boss, you gotta show your face first."

In an instant, the man found himself flipped onto his back, landing hard on the ground. He cursed loudly, "**!"