Sudden Foul Spirit (18)

On the way back, Ang kept turning Putt's warning over in his mind.

The Rockefeller Family—a colossal force with both Holy Light Clerics and Light Priests.

That alone was enough to prove that they had extraordinarily deep roots within both the Empire and the Church.

If he rashly made a move against Joandi Rockefeller, he might not only draw political and religious interference.

He might even be accused in turn of the fabricated crime of "colluding with the Abyss Prison."

Ang knew very well that against an enemy like this, he had to plan thoroughly and strike decisively. Otherwise, there would be only one path ahead: death.

After returning to Amnath City, Ang did not alert anyone.

Late at night, he went alone outside the city and used Shapeshifting to alter his appearance into that of an utterly unremarkable mercenary.

His skin was dark and dull, a vicious scar ran from the base of his ear to his chin, and his eyes were vacant and sluggish, making him look like a retired soldier scraping out a living on the battlefield.

Then, following the clues Putt had provided, he quietly slipped into the vicinity of that magic shop.

It was a magic shop located on the edge of the city.

The storefront was small, but its shelves displayed all kinds of magic lamps, basic enchantment stones, low-grade alchemical materials, and even a few ordinary magical household items.

It looked no different from any other ordinary shop.

But Ang quickly confirmed that this was where Joandi was currently staying.

Over the next dozen days, Ang changed disguises every day—sometimes a beggar, sometimes a young delivery worker, and sometimes simply a drunk slumped against a street corner.

Day after day, he watched the shop and everything around it.

His disguises and magical interference