"Royal City Guard, Northern Witch... Heh."
"You really aren't willing to let me go, are you?"
Herbert thought about the details he had just received from Blake and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Things were getting interesting.
Someone couldn't resist taking the bait.
Herbert had long known that this fishing letter of his would certainly attract the attention of those watching him, drawing their focus towards him.
But he did not anticipate how impatient they were, unable to wait any longer.
To the extent that they had to extend their reach into the Mist Monastery.
Who would have the qualifications to plant eyes in the Royal City Guard and send him into the Duke's house as an inside agent early on?
The internal affairs of the Frost Crystal Royal Family were probably even more chaotic than he had imagined.
As for the protective talisman, it was even more interesting.
