Chapter 920 Once Every Three Years
- On the third-floor hallway, Thomas stood there, bare-chested, staring in shock at the young, ethereal bald man floating toward him.
- "You… what are you doing here?" Thomas crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. "You're the guest at my place?"
- Elric gave Thomas a polite, slight bow, nodded at him, and then walked past calmly without so much as glancing away.