"You?" Aiden frowned slightly.
"If you're looking for the owner of this place, shouldn't you ring the doorbell first? You look presentable, not like a thief... I saw people in police uniforms here a few days ago," the beggar said with a laugh, "Though I don't know where you are from, you must be here for the owner of the house, right?"
This beggar's eyes were sharp... Aiden became alert.
By his looks, he was a Dillon, likely not someone from Kingdom's military, nor from the Revivalists? No, that wasn't right—if he were here to keep watch, having noticed him, his priority action would be to observe and perhaps even tail him, not to approach him for a chat so openly.
It seemed he had been watching for a bit too long, and even the beggars hanging around had sensed something was off.
Aiden didn't deny it, but instead countered with a question, "What do you know?"
"Well, I actually came begging at the door..."
"So you're saying you've seen him?" Aiden asked.
