The boy named 'Ryan' stood outside the kitchen, holding a stuffed toy in one hand and a white tallow candle in the other, staring intently at himself.
Damn, what's wrong with me? War Lizardman Zackley thought to himself in annoyance. The old me would never have made such a fatal mistake, allowing someone to approach so close without the slightest suspicion.
What's crucial is that the other party is a young boy under ten years old, rather than those skilled thieves or assassins.
It seems that although my dagger has not rusted, my vigilance is greatly diminished, he sighed, standing up from the chair and putting himself in stealth mode.
If it had been before, he would have killed everyone in the house to prevent any leaks. But now, he was just planning to leave quietly.
Whatever happened, those people from Muya City would eventually track him down.
