Nerva, who was always laid back, asked Astalotto without rarely getting her hair in between.
Astalot answered with a grin in his face.
"It's easy. The truth is, I suppose he was trying to keep an eye on us without us understanding. But it was too bad, and for some reason, there were signs."
When Nerva snorted with Hung, he looked like he was exhausted.
"Bullshit."
"Oh, really crap. But that's the truth."
"So, what's wrong with that shit?
Astalot shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on, I don't know at the moment. But..."
Astalot slowly raised his right hand.
And when I brought it to an almost horizontal position with the floor, it stopped perfectly.
"Well, what's coming out?
When Astalot groaned so, something incredible erupted from the palm of his right hand.
It was white and kept releasing slowly as it twisted like a wave.
It then spread over the range of a few M on the right hand side of the astalotto, while still becoming like a smokescreen.
Nerva tilted her little neck and frowned.
"What are you doing?
And Astalot smiled, and turned to Nerva, and said,