"I want a big cabin!"
"Yes, sir."
"Remember, make it the most isolated spot."
"...Alright."
...
Outside the tent, more than a dozen Psionics had gathered, waiting around.
They wore black robes with face masks, clearly not wanting anyone to know their true identities.
Carlos, who had just walked out of the tent, was completely wrapped in armor and also wore a face mask.
This secretive behavior drew curious glances from the others.
While they were sizing up Carlos, he was doing the same to them.
"Strange, why would so many Psionics show up in White Poplar City?"
The faint psionic energy waves indicated that all these people were Psionics.
Though it wasn't uncommon for Psionics to stop here while exploring the Desolate Desert, having more than a dozen people in one group was definitely unusual.
What's more, Carlos noticed that the way this group looked at him didn't seem very friendly.
