Claude exited the back door alley, walking to the corner. When he leaned his back against the wall, his eyes sharpened.
"Uncle, any news about those felons?" he asked without looking at the other figure leaning on the other side of the alley. "I barely got useful information from them aside from that this organization was also moving from place to place. Probably, to avoid the people they had offended."
"Apparently, they were experienced in hiding their traces." Klaus, who was clad in a cloak, clicked his tongue in irritation. "We caught a few members last night. But those fiends cut their own throats."
"They probably knew dying right there and then is better than seeing me."
"Well, you didn't have the best image."
