Upon hearing this, Nathaniel Besian slowed down immediately, eyeing his surroundings with caution.
"Master, where's the person?"
Viola Thompson raised a hand to adjust the brim of her hat, the peak obscuring her elegant brows and eyes, only her smooth, fair chin visible. "Four o'clock direction, a young woman in blue."
Nathaniel looked at the spot straight away.
Indeed, he saw a woman in a blue dress.
The moment the woman saw Nathaniel looking her way, she immediately turned her head, pretending to talk to her companion.
Nathaniel narrowed his eyes.
What on earth are these two people up to?
Viola spoke again, "And the old man at five o'clock."
Nathaniel turned his head and looked in that direction, "The one wearing the hat?"
"Mmm." Viola Thompson nodded slightly.
Nathaniel clenched his fists, "Master, you should leave first, I'll deal with them."
Viola Thompson's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "Just shake them off, don't startle the snake in the grass."
