Inside, a middle-aged man sat in a chair, missing his left arm and right leg. He was casually sipping from a bottle of liquor.

"Are you Gabriel Wade?" Dora began.

But Felix nudged her aside and spoke up, "Hello, we're sorry to disturb you."

The man took another swig and looked at Felix with amusement. "I'm just a cripple. Why are you being so polite?"

Felix's expression was serious. "I always respect those who've fought on the battlefield."

The man chuckled. "Well, well, you're an interesting one. You can sense the killer instinct in me, huh? Impressive."

Felix had indeed noticed it as soon as they entered. This man had clearly seen combat, which explained his missing limbs.

"You're alright, kid. I'm Gabriel Wade. What brings you here? It's been years since anyone's come around. I'm curious," Gabriel said.

Dora stayed quiet, letting Felix take the lead. "Mr. Wade, I know you have the Veilflower. I was wondering if you'd be willing to sell it to me. Name your price. I need the