Under the blazing midday sun, the battlements of Novid faded to a pale grey, and only the shadows retained the chill of the bluestone.
The iron-clad city gate was open, and four guards were inspecting entrants in the shadow beneath the walls.
The crowd here had grown considerable, and Dylan was finally allowed to dress.
However, as he gazed distantly at the city gate, Dylan's expression was far from pleasant.
He had just received a warning from the boss: "There's a magic array in operation at the gate."
A magic array placed at the city gate could easily be predicted as some kind of low-tier detection magic.
Though it's low-tier, it's more than enough to deal with someone like me with low-level mimicry.
Sustaining a magic array involves considerable expenditure, since when did these nobles become so willing to spend?
Having rushed along the way after leaving the Underground City, no information was gathered.
I wonder if something has happened recently that I'm unaware of?
