“...” Seo Jun-Ho’s eyes fluttered. He was organizing his thoughts after reading the delinquent woman’s memories. 

‘She’s no different from the bony guy.’ 

Their knowledge was limited; they basically knew nothing about the Fiend Association. 

‘They talked big about the Watchdogs, but in the end, these guys were expendable too.’ 

But it was too early to be disappointed. Their boss, Skeleton Mage Arma, was still around. 

‘If it’s that bastard, he must have some good info.’ 

Seo Jun-Ho’s line of thought was understandable. 

‘He’s the disciple of the King of Corpses, Nazad Hallow of the Nine Heavens.’ 

Even the black skeletons attacking the auction hall were gifts from Nazad.

“What should I do now?” Thanks to the memories, he knew where Arma was at the moment. ‘Point B’ was their room at the hotel they were staying at. “If I went there directly...I would be crazy.” 

Arma had set up layers and layers of magic traps. Seo Jun-Ho’s magic resistance wasn’t strong enough, and he would die the moment...