As Lan walked toward the gates of the mansion, it was almost like he could feel the gaze of the Warrior mage on his back.
He had been careful not to let anything slip, but because of the highly agitated state his mind was in, he didn't know whether he had succeeded, perfectly, in that, or not.
Well, he was still alive, so there was a high probability that he had.
Each step of his seemed to echo multiple times in his head, and the closer he got to the gates, the more he started to realize that it was now, or never.
After meeting the official at the gate, the only steps left were to escort them to a place inside the mansion, invite the official for tea, knock him out and then impersonate him to remove the seals on the money.
To reach this point, he had had to do a lot of hard work, and it had pushed him farther than anything else in his life so far.
