On the other hand, she hoped that Kavise could really find something, so there would be a chance to save her brother.
Of course, Helene was also well aware that cooperating with Kavise was like seeking skin from a tiger.
But she was like someone about to drown, clinging desperately to this only straw of survival. Even knowing that what she's grasping is not hope, and could be an abyss, she had no choice.
At this moment, Kavise stopped in front of a miscellaneous shelf.
His gaze fell on an inconspicuous toolbox, inside of which wrenches, screwdrivers, etc., were piled messily.
Immediately, he reached out and retrieved a dust-covered black metal rod about the size of a pencil.
Kavise gently wiped off the surface dust, and carefully observed and toyed with the metal rod, his lips slightly curling.
If one didn't look carefully, this metal rod seemed like an ordinary iron stick, but it wasn't; it was a special memory pen.
Kavise gently twisted the base with both hands.
