Devlin walked faster and faster!
He had a vague sense that something was wrong!
He was a cautious person!
So cautious, it drove people mad!
Unless he doesn't appear, when he does, he ensures absolute safety.
With Ramir Harris around, he could easily slip away right under Julius Reed's nose.
Ramir Harris at his peak could kill the Master!
Even if he couldn't kill him!
The sword would be enough to inflict a severe blow to the Master.
Even though the Master was already being held back, Devlin still felt uneasy.
He needed to leave quickly.
But suddenly.
Devlin stopped in his tracks.
On the street, snow was falling heavily, and there were almost no pedestrians.
Yet, a man sat under a streetlamp, ignoring the wind and snow.
Beside the man was a flag, almost entirely covered by snow.
But faintly, the words "Fortune Teller" could be seen on it.
A fortune teller?
In the heavy snow, telling fortunes by the roadside.
Would anyone come?
Devlin's tense mood relaxed a bit.
