In the Royal Palace's private garden, a kidnapping plot turned into a terrifying horror show.
Wikley saw his two subordinates standing there frozen while the insider who had led them in walked over on his own. He knew they had run into serious trouble.
Either the Viscount's intelligence had been inaccurate, or the Viscount had deliberately set him up. But considering that he had been sent to the Royal Palace to carry out a kidnapping, bad intelligence seemed more likely.
He had to save himself. He did not know whether this elf was a mage or something else entirely, but from his years of experience walking in the darkness, he knew that if he did not do something soon, he was as good as dead.
"Hello, ma'am. We're just pitiful people following someone else's orders. If you spare us, I'm willing to do anything for you." He decided to play the victim first and beg for mercy.
Sargathas gave him a disdainful glance. "I know who sent you. Even if I investigated, I wouldn't find any evidence. Why waste all that effort? Better to play with you properly, then bury you beneath those rose bushes over there."
The Evil God did not engage with him at all. Anyone capable of infiltrating the Royal Palace to kidnap or assassinate someone had obviously been sent by those nobles. They would have cleaned themselves up long ago. Looking for evidence would be a complete waste of effort. Varian and SI:7 had only managed to break even against the nobles, which showed just how capable those nobles were.
Wikley had no choice but to try another approach. "Ma'am, I've been in this line of work in Stormwind City for over ten years, and I've accumulated quite a bit of wealth. I'm willing to offer