The two Kurta Clan members left the town carrying large bundles of goods. Oboro tailed them the entire way, following them over mountains and ridges. It took him two or three days to finally enter the Kurta Clan's settlement. Along the way, the pair had been extremely vigilant, deliberately taking detours and constantly watching their surroundings, terrified of being followed.
If the Kurta Clan's location were exposed, the disaster it brought upon their people could be devastating.
As he ventured deeper into their territory, Oboro discovered numerous mechanisms and traps, all cleverly disguised... but none of them managed to stop him.
Deep in the mountains, Oboro stood atop the trunk of a tree dozens of meters tall and looked down. Below him stood many peculiar little houses with a distinctive charm, most of them rising from the roots of trees... The roofs and porches were carved with the Kurta Clan's distinctive vine patterns.
At a glance, this race clearly revered nature... Their outward appearance was peaceful.
Yet that could not conceal the fact that they possessed a warrior's bloodline.
There were over a hundred people scattered throughout the settlement. Oboro concealed his aura and went unnoticed... Only after night fell, when most of them had gone to sleep and only a few patrolling guards remained, did he drop from the branches. His feet touched the ground without making the slightest sound.
Then, he turned into a black shadow and darted toward a house.
Based on his observations during the day, he had determined that this relatively large building was likely where the Kurta Clan stored their books. He had seen people emerge from it carrying books. Not far away, a Kurta Clan member seemed to sense something. He raised an oil lamp and turned around to inspect the area, but