"If Bernadino indeed said that..."
Annan murmured to himself, standing up from his seat, his brows slightly furrowed in serious thought.
What had happened to change the course of Bernadino's life so drastically, especially when he'd almost been convinced?
Annan walked over to the window, gazing at the moon in the sky.
Judging from the moon's position, it was probably about nine o'clock at night.
Annan made a round of the room and saw that besides a bed and a desk, there really wasn't much of anything.
Although there was a storage cabinet, he couldn't spot any diaries inside.
He felt a wave of disappointment.
"This little Bern, not as easy to deal with as Elle,"
Annan clucked his tongue, gesturing around the room.
Even the storage cabinet in this room was barren—this was obviously to keep him from wasting time here needlessly.
This setup sparked an association in Annan's mind.
