The cold bodies lay right before their eyes.
The moment Soren revealed his identity as a true god, one or two figures appeared in the direction of Amber City. They leaped across the rooftops at astonishing speed, approaching the Temple District like martial arts masters.
"My Lord!"
"My Lord!"
A half-elf man in fitted combat clothes appeared before the Temple of Morninglord and knelt before Soren, his expression tinged with panic.
He was an administrator of the Thieves' Guild.
As a deity who held both the [Rogue] and [Shadow] portfolios, Soren was worshipped and served by more than seventy percent of the Thieves' Guild. Part of Port Nyanzaru's intelligence network came from the Thieves' Guild; otherwise, Soren could never have been so well informed. As for the "Dark Network" controlled by the temple, it was a special channel that led directly to Soren, one ordinary people knew nothing about.
The other man was an assassin.
Port Nyanzaru had eyes and ears in many cities. They had sensed Soren's presence and hurried over.
"Take care of these bodies."
Soren's expression remained calm. He gestured at the bodies on the ground and continued, "There's a man named Sir Henry. Send someone to deal with him."
"Then..."
"Contact Port Nyanzaru. Send people to take all the children here away."
His previous instruction had been directed at the Thieves' Guild. After hearing it, the administrator understood Soren's meaning, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Whether the man was a noble or not, he had offended a true god, so his fate was already sealed. Soren had no affection for Amber City's nobles. Few of them were decent people, and he himself had grown up in Amber City's Slums.
The assassin from Port Nyanzaru also withdrew with his orders. Since his