The gates of Meer City. The intelligence station for the eight great clans’ intelligence agents.
“Milord, Linley’s group of three, along with an infant, have already headed out. They will reach the city gates soon.”
“Oh? They even brought the infant out? It seems they really are prepared to leave the city. However, there’s no rush. Let’s take it slowly. After you see Linley’s group reach the city gates, only then should you make the report to the eight Elders.” The speaker was a seemingly honest-looking youth.
This honest-looking youth was standing in front of a window, a casual look on his face as he glanced downwards.
He could very clearly see the gates from his current position.
A long time later…
The pupils of the honest-looking youth contracted. Within his field of vision, amidst the massive, thronging crowds, Linley’s group had appeared.
