123. Blank Check_6
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His knuckles protruded out like iron nails, effortlessly leaving a fist imprint on the table surface.
"Quiet, Sawyer, I'm thinking." Another Death Herald Guild observer said discontentedly:
"Don't you think there's one less person at the meeting?"
"Who's missing? Parker." Sawyer dragged a chair over, collapsed into it, and lit a roll of cigarettes in his mouth.
The Death Herald Guild observer named Parker had two lanky arms without a trace of muscle, covered in pale skin that clung tightly to the bones.
Parker lit a roll of cigarettes for himself, exchanged cloud-like puffs with his companion while pondering:
"I don't know who it is, but I have an idea. Think about it, the wandering wizards who showed up at the debate earlier, aren't they the ones we've seen before? So, that chair must have been left for the new wandering wizard."
"The new wandering wizard? Who?" Sawyer took several quick drags on his cigarette and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.