282 The Perfect Enchantment

The Dark Magus hadn't said a word for a while, and although Fixteen was unable to see his eyes or nose clearly due to the strange effect of the robe he was wearing, he could see quite a deep smile on his face.

The news he had given him, he thought it was bad news, so he wondered why he would be so pleased. Instead, he decided to just shrug his shoulders and move on.

"There is something else I need to tell you," Fixteen added. "The Crimson Crane, they are looking for you. They said that a member of theirs is waiting for you at the pill refining facility here in Repton. So you might take longer than you think on those pills."

With that said, Fixteen was finished with his business with the Dark Magus for the time being, but just as he was about to leave the table, he turned around.

"Look after Dame. The Demonic Faction was a dangerous place for him to be in, but forgive me for saying this, but I fear him being with you might end up even more dangerous."