Bang!
Inside an abandoned Church of the "Ancient Reaper," not far from the Gilded Rose Tavern, a figure likewise smashed through a wall and was blasted out.
He flipped through the air and landed, bracing himself with his sword as he wiped a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth.
It was Drolu, the Orc tasked with wiping out the upper ranks of the [Infiltrators Guild].
Caught off guard in the exchange just now, he had suffered a small hidden loss.
Everything had initially been proceeding smoothly. After all, by Li Wei's estimation, among the many branches of the Thieves' Guild, aside from the Shadow Thieves—latecomers rumored to have that legendary Shadow Emperor stationed behind them—the rest were mostly strong on the outside but hollow within. Many so-called "backbones" and "leaders" could not even withstand a single exchange with him.
Yet Li Wei had also warned them not to underestimate their enemy. Among Water-Drawing City's motley gray forces, after years upon years of mutual infiltration, who knew what sort of things had been mixed in? Beneath a human skin, the true substance might well be a devil from Barto Hell.
And yet, the first "accident" had happened on his end.
Still, perhaps that was for the best. Against this level of strength, anyone else would likely have suffered a crushing loss.
With another thunderous clang, an iron golem nearly two stories tall smashed through the church wall and strode out with slow but ponderous steps.
Standing on the iron golem's left shoulder was a robed spellcaster. His eyes fixed on the slowly rising Drolu, and he frowned as he called out, "Why can't you Harpers ever learn? You were like this forty-three years ago, and you are still like this forty-three years later. What am I supposed to