The curtain of night had fallen, and 14 Roning Street finally turned off its lights at half past ten.
Two more hours went by, and as the campus plunged into utter silence, a procession of figures crept nearby without making a sound.
They hadn't been staking out the entrance to Aiwass's residence beforehand.
These Demon Scholars didn't even bother to hide intentionally; they simply entered a bar and kept drinking until now.
Nobody would suspect that four drunken fools posed any threat—after all, this wasn't their first visit; over the past week, they had come here almost daily to drink and play cards, even mingling with some of the students.
But this time was different.
After leaving the bar, they found a small alley and used a pre-arranged sobering ritual to eliminate their drunkenness.
"Get ready to move."
The leader, a blond man in a white suit with slicked-back hair and dressed like a lawyer, said gravely.
