Serey was quite sober, in fact, alcohol had no effect on this Night Race Lord, but he loved the feeling of his nerves being numbed by alcohol, so he often put on an appearance as if he were about to drown.
"So, what do you want from me, Bologue?" Serey said.
"Help. I'm not quite sure what kind of help, but I need to gather all available forces," Bologue answered.
Bologue's words troubled Serey, and he waved his hand, "Sorry, you know we cannot interfere with the world."
"I know," Bologue never expected Serey to take action. "I just thought you might be able to give me some advice."
"Advice?"
"Yes, advice. You are, after all, a Lord of the Night Race. Even if you haven't experienced time reversal, you should have some insights."
Serey fell silent. With Bologue speaking like this, it would be hard to justify if he couldn't offer some skill.
