"Lord Patel?"
In the pavilion at the rear yard of the Fourth Prince's palace, the two people sitting at the stone table exchanged a glance after listening to the old man's report, and their pupils shrunk in unison.
"Are you sure they were looking for Lord Patel?"
The Fourth Prince, 'Judson Dragonsmith,' came to his senses, looked at the old man, and asked in a deep voice.
"Your Highness the Fourth Prince, you know that Lord Patel is an Immortal Lord... I... I dare not follow them too close to the residence of Lord Patel."
The old man said with a bitter smile.
An Immortal Lord, as long as he gets a little closer, can discover his presence.
Once discovered, unless the Immortal Lord shows great mercy and overlooks his actions, he would at best be crippled if not dead!
"Alright, you may leave."
As Judson Dragonsmith waved his hand, the old man withdrew.
If Wyatt Barnes were here, he would surely recognize at a glance:
