Hewitt was preparing to get two invitations to the Inez Feast.
The streets of Worton West District were paved with smooth, flat stone bricks to make it easier for the nobles and the rich to stroll about.
The center of the street featured luxurious carriages pulled by three horses alongside black cars carrying capitalists.
On either side of the road, noble ladies with parasols occasionally emitted tinkling laughter, discussing which dress would look more stunning on whom; young men in circles animatedly discussed how the Knight Corps of Ingris would fare against the Primordial Flame's Church Army.
Hewitt wore a brown vest, a gray shirt, and over it, a pure black coat. The man walked with natural ease on the street, integrating into the crowd.
Until someone spotted him.
A blonde woman watched Hewitt from a distance, her eyes revealing hesitation and uncertainty.
But the next moment, she picked up her skirt and approached Hewitt with short strides.
