"Quiet." A middle-aged man waved his hand down, signaling his group to enter the mansion while maintaining their low positions.
He looked around, watching the situation.
"Boss. Don't you think this place is too quiet?" Another man asked. "I couldn't see any guards. Maybe this is a trap."
"No way. Shouldn't we leave right now? If it's a trap, we might die."
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, observing the mansion. After a while, he also thought the mission was too dangerous. If they fell into traps devised by the Hacfield family or the Libation Fiesta, they would definitely die.
There was no way Clovis Hacfield would be prosecuted, not by this country. Besides, it would be seen as Clovis protecting his own home.
But before he could order a retreat, another of his subordinates found something. "Wait, boss. Take a look at this."
"Hmm?" The middle-aged man frowned and came to his subordinate, who seemed to be sniffing his finger.
