"Here, place your hand on it."
A man dressed in a white robe said as he placed a black open book on the table.
The book in question had a weird glow, making it difficult to read what was written in it.
Unlike the Reader equipment used at the public guilds, this was more advanced and was said to be an artifact from the gods themselves.
Richard was still seated in his chair, waiting to see what would happen if Adonis were to place his hand on it.
In truth, many had come to him in the name of being a Hunter, only to end up not being what they claimed.
After numerous times, he became quite numb to it and tended not to abruptly believe when people made such claims.
But seeing as Evans was the one to bring this individual, a part of him was curious to see what would happen.
'Just to place my hand here, right? Simple enough, I guess.'
Adonis didn't think too much about it. After all, this was his main reason for ever joining the raid in the first place.
