As expected, there was some movement as soon as the collection team left.
A group of people escaped the castle under the cover of a dark, moonlit night. Although they acted secretly, their footsteps were clearly detected by someone.
*Swish.*
A man emerged from the darkness. It was none other than Cordell McNeill, the black agent of the Imperial Guard Knights.
"Wow! How did he predict this? This is truly an incomprehensible insight."
Abel Carriers' outstanding abilities were already well known, from a business that always turned into a huge success to brilliant decisions that consistently blew people's minds. It was to the point where some even thought he might be a god, as the rumors suggested.
"Come to think of it, wasn't this time almost like a prophecy?"
Once the collection contingent left, there would be those who tried to move the hidden funds.
This is what the Duke of Carriers had said.
