Claude helplessly curled his mouth, but something caught his attention. The left hand that he was using to prevent the young girl from falling off the horse suddenly felt a wave of hotness.
“En?” Claude raised his left hand and saw a clear fluid covering it.
“What is this?” He questioned, but he immediately became alert. Could this be tracking fluid?
Legends has it that in the ancient east, there were certain methods that assassin’s use to track others, involving the use of solids, fluids, and even gases. Even if the distance was extremely far, they could still feel out the existence of the target.
The girl in front of him was so beautiful. Even her attire was different. Therefore, Claude came to the conclusion that her background must be incredible, so the possibility that she was being targeted by an assassin was not nonexistent.
Claude’s face was solemn and grave. There was no way he could be sure that this was a tracing fluid, but he had to be sure. Rumors have it that the taste of tracing fluids was like that of tears – slightly bitter. He only needed one taste to confirm. Claude slightly squinted his eyes, and just as he was about to lick it, Leah, who was observing all that was happening, suddenly realized something. She looked at the girl with her soaked pants and flushed face.