Devlin turned around and saw the face he was reluctant to see.
Elaenor Wood.
An arch-enemy spanning centuries.
No matter how much he calculated, Devlin never expected Elaenor Wood to suddenly show up here.
According to the intel, wasn't Elaenor supposed to be at the Dragon teahouse?
How did she end up here?
"Surprised?" Elaenor folded her arms with a smile.
"Not really," Devlin shook his head, pointing at Harry River struggling in the wind and snow, "He calculated it right. So I believe what he said earlier."
"If you don't mind, I'm going to clean house." Elaenor stretched lazily, "It's hot out here. I'm a bit uncomfortable."
The days of the century-long frozen Boulevard made Elaenor exude coldness.
This little bit of wind and snow, what is it?
"Elaenor Wood! You have to be clear about one thing!" Devlin pointed at the ground, "The Vein Holder of the Sealing Pulse is me, not you! If you want to kill me, you're committing treason!"
