"That's quite the amount of tokens," Conan muttered as he looked at the small magic tools in his hand.
They numbered up to ten.
He had gotten them from the three he just defeated, and although he felt bad for the ones that had lost their tokens to the trio, that didn't mean he couldn't keep them.
After they had passed out, shadows cocooned them, and the moment it unfolded, they were gone.
Conan had only seen one person with such ability, Adrian.
So at first it was just a hunch, but now he was certain that the gaze he felt on him was from Adrian.
BOOM!
The ground shook, pulling him from his thoughts and causing him to look in a certain direction.
"Right," Conan muttered, "the bait's still in trouble."
He had been running for long enough and that should be enough of a punishment...right?
"I guess I'll leave him at it for five more minutes," Conan said as he returned to the tree where he was observing the two.
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