The quiet harbor glistened with the dark water's ripples.
Not far away, the lights of Waren City shone brightly.
Leonard Churchill blended into a group of rebels clad in various burlap robes, meticulously observing every person in sight without making a sound.
Any one of these people could be the "traitor."
He also had to find the ancestor of Toad, the man named "Goron."
About two hundred people disembarked from a few ships; their "aura" indicated they were elite fighters.
Among them were not a few Fourth Tier card masters.
Most were slave gladiators, heavy with killing intent, each one as alert as a leopard in hunt mode.
Scanning the crowd, most had their faces covered, and no one spoke; it was impossible to tell who was who.
Although he had already explored a few times before, since none of the people who joined the Rebel Faction had survived, there was very little intelligence.
Leonard wasn't in a hurry; he carefully watched.
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