The lower deck was pitch black, and Lunxis descended, relying on the light shining through from the door to roughly discern the situation.
He recalled for a moment and moved towards the inside; the small wooden box was right there, he remembered very clearly.
Lunxis came to this inconspicuous corner where there were still several small boxes stacked, seemingly ordinary cargo.
However, the most important small wooden box was missing.
Lunxis vividly remembered that during the cargo handling, the small wooden box was placed here. How did it suddenly vanish?
"Where did it go... where did it go..."
Lunxis rummaged through the pile of cargo, tossing things around, yet he couldn't even find a shadow of the small wooden box.
"Where did it go! Where did it go!"
As Lunxis's frustration grew, his body began showing bulging veins, as if he was about to explode the next second.
