“Where are we going?” Elizabeth asks as she watches Siyu begin to walk forward.

“We’re going to look for traces of him deeper in the city,” Siyu responds.

Elizabeth frowns with annoyance. “Why do you always lead the way like that?” She asks, her voice raised a little higher.

“I don’t know what you mean. Lead like what?” Siyu responds, looking behind to raise an eyebrow.

“Like that! Like we should just blindly follow! No reasons, no explanation; just come kids, this way. It’s super pretentious!” Elizabeth says, continuing to follow from behind.

Frey chuckles at Siyu’s side. “I don’t think he was raised any better.” He says in a teasing tone.

“I just go where the road leads. Most of the time, I have no idea where I’m going.” Siyu says in response, chuckling at the idea.

“Well at least explain why you think we should be going this way,” Elizabeth says with some disgruntlement.

“I’m not sure.” Siyu answers. “I just assume I’ll find a demon deeper in the city, so that’s where I’m going.” He says.

Elizabeth throws up her hands in exasperation before dropping them with reluctant acceptance. “Why are men like this? You’re hopeless!” She responds with a shake of her head.

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Siyu lead the way to an alley. “He was here.” He says, before going in deeper and making a turn. “Then he left.” He says again.

Elizabeth looks to Frey as if looking for someone who would understand her. “Am I wrong?” She asks with her arms crossed.

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“Don’t look at me,” Frey responds, avoiding eye contact.

Siyu continues to move forward and turn at a tree on the intersection. He looks ahead, down the road to see the entrance to the city before stopping. “He already left. He’s out of the city. Ugh.” Siyu says with a grunt before sighing.

“Can you stop sighing?” Elizabeth asks on Siyu’s side. “It’s getting annoying. And what happened to he was deeper in the city? Hmm?” She asks like a disapproving mother.

Siyu looks to Frey with a look of helplessness.

“I said don’t look at me,” Frey says with his hands raised and a turn of his head.

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“What’s the next step, Mr. Divinator,” Elizabeth asks once they had arrived back at the inn.

“I thought I explained this. I’m not a divinator. My cultivation path is of the enchantment class.” He answers. “As for the next step. I think it’s time I start fishing.” He says with a sigh.

Elizabeth sharply raises her hand. “What did I say?” Elizabeth asks.

Whatever left of the sigh quickly escapes. “Sorry.” Siyu responds before following with, “I’m working on it.”

“What are we fishing for?” Frey asks. “Don’t tell me it’s actually fish.” He says, his interest already fading.

“Of course it’s fish! It’s a skill that everyone should have, and there’s a river that flows near the city. We just need the right gear.” Siyu responds with a grin.

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“Two silver for a rod.” The man says. “And if you want lessons; that’s extra.” He continues to explain.

“Is it too much trouble to get our lessons at the river nearby?” Siyu asks, his gaze on the fishing rods.

“No problem. But you’ll have to pay for lunch.” He responds.

…

…

“Fishing is an art. You need the right location, the patience, and the right attitude. Once you have that; the rest just comes naturally.” The fisherman says, leading them to the river bank.

“Tell me young man; what are you fishing for today?” The fisherman asks.

“What’s the difference? Fish are fish.” Frey responds.

The fisherman chuckles. “Young man, people can only fish for one thing at a time. As for what that is, only your heart can tell you. If you know what your heart is calling out for; fish will naturally find you.” He explains.

Frey looks to the fisherman for a moment before asking, “What if I’m not sure what my heart is calling out to?”

“That’s simple. Just ask it. There will naturally be something to lead you there.” The fisherman says.

“I know what I’m fishing for. Some wine and a juicy steak.” Siyu says with a rub of of stomach.

“No one asked you!” Elizabeth yells with annoyance.

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…

Elizabeth and Frey sat at the bank and began to fish as the fisherman instructed while Siyu observed the scenery, looking for signs of the demon. He looks down at the river and catches a glimpse of something reflecting in the water. Then he looks up to a tree before following the branches with his eyes. Suddenly, his gaze is drawn to a bush where a leaf is smudged in a dark shade of red.

“I guess it really is about location.” Siyu says before moving towards the bush and away from the fishing site.

After moving further ahead, he sees more red marks, only for the marks to lead back to the river.

Siyu look across the river to the other side and frowns.

“Maybe not.” He says, about to sigh, before stopping himself to look around for Elizabeth only to see no one around.

“She’ll have me at her beck and call by the time she’s done with me,” He says with a shake of his head.