In the afternoon, within a deserted street of the southern district,
apprentice Nu'er tightened the robe around his body, his dark face smeared haphazardly with a bit of mud and ash.
Unable to use Shaping Magic, he had no choice but to rely on such means to prevent being recognized by others.
However, such a crude disguise was obviously not very effective. From the moment he entered the southern district, Nu'er keenly sensed that someone had been following him.
Under the cover of his sleeve, Nu'er discreetly observed the scene behind him through the reflection in the copper mirror in his palm.
About thirty meters from him, a raggedy beggar had been tailing him for a full three streets – it was no coincidence.
"Damn it," Nu'er cursed inwardly, fully aware that his risky actions earlier had most likely attracted the attention of the city guards.
