At the north gate of the Royal Palace, three figures hurriedly exited.
"Alright, let's take a break. You two are too heavy; I can't carry you anymore!"
Count Evan placed his sister and Knight Omar against the wall, falling himself to the ground, and took a deep breath.
"Why would you give that staff to that freak willingly?" Anna couldn't help but scold her brother.
Such an expensive magic staff, even for the St. Prowse Family, was not something that could be casually discarded.
A cunning smile appeared on Count Evan's face, "That guy clearly is in need of money, so he will definitely trade my magic staff for gold coins at a merchant's."
"Then we can trace his steps. We can find out which faction he belongs to and if he is not careful enough, we would be able to find out his true identity."
Only then, Anna realized his intentions.
After pausing for a moment, she asked again, "Do you really think that he is a Druid?"
"Isn't he?"
"I think... he is more like a Knight."
