Chapter 138

"Can you write?"

"A bit."

Oswald thought of how Serena had wielded the wooden plank earlier, which gave him quite a surprise.

"Alright. Get her some ink and pens," he said.

The assistant nodded quickly and hurried behind the screen to fetch the tools.

The paper and ink were brought out.

They set up a small table that had survived the shop's raid.

The assistant was busy grounding the ink on the sid