Chapter 397

• It was snowing again in Altaford today, though the snowfall had eased up a lot compared to Christmas. Grain-sized flakes drifted on the wind. Dan Funnel held an umbrella and stood beside Joaquin Latham, shielding him from the snow.
• The two of them went down, and the guard on duty opened the door. A wave of rotten, fishy stench slammed into them.
• Dan’s brows pinched tight. He fought down his gag reflex and snuck a glance at Joaquin—stone-faced, unchanged.