Listening to the whispered discussions of the passing merchants, Aizen took small sips of his wine.
The names Frost Dragon Sword and Ryven—he was, of course, familiar with them. They were likely among the individuals he might encounter shortly.
However, he hoped neither of them would appear; otherwise, his mission might fail. Anyone ranked on the "People" list of the Magus's Heaven, Earth, and Human rankings, even if they were among the lower seventies, would be no weaker than Elder Mustang. A confrontation would not be easy.
This mission was truly a headache.
The wine in his flask was nearly half-finished, yet the person he was waiting for had still not shown up.
Waiting was a test of both temperament and patience.
No one liked waiting.
Aizen wasn't sure if Simon and the others had missions similar to his.
He didn't even know where they had gone.
