Ch093

Walking to the bridge of Dunkan Magnum, a renowned market for the locals of the capital Idris paused and looked at the far distance, his eyes calmly scanning the surrounding like he was looking for someone.

'Mana, wh... ' Idris looked down as he noticed whom he was asking for help from. He clenched his fists and looked at the water down the bridge, 'Since that horrific night, it didn't show up again. No matter whether I'm sad, happy or in a bad mood or whether I need Mana's help... It doesn't talk to me, I wonder will it never talk to me again? Did I lose it forever?... But even if I did so, it's what I deserve... Mana is loyal to its master and it never lies, no wonder it's not talking to me... '

Idris let out a sigh of annoyance, and focused on controlling his mind, "Skie, where is the target right now?"

[The target is 2 km away from you, in five minutes he will show up in front of you.]

'Five minutes, huh!'

Cough!

Cough!

"Sir Idris, are you alright?" Seeing how Idris was coughing,