Hidden Fugitive

"What? The former lord of White Dragon Port still hasn't been caught?"

David stared at the report delivered by his subordinate, feeling a headache coming on. He felt that he never should have taken this assignment in White Dragon Port.

"Captain, that's indeed the case. The Tower Battle Mage Corps originally planned to search the entire city and eliminate this hidden danger, but the Tower Battle Mage Corps has already been disbanded."

"The Territory Mage Working Groups opposed forming a temporary team to search for that former lord, so it's been delayed until now..."

David sighed, thinking of how he was the captain of a third-rank squad with an annual salary of only six hundred gold coins, yet had to worry about such a major matter at the center of a political storm.

"There's no helping it. This is the only assignment lately. If we don't do it, we won't have any performance to show for it..."

His subordinate actually wanted to argue that this matter was far too deeply entangled, and it would be fine not to pursue this performance record.

But he remembered that David placed great importance on such performance. No matter how busy he was, even if he was reassigned to other duties, he would still take on missions to meet his performance targets.

He had tried to dissuade him before, but David had rejected his suggestion every time.

"Pack up. We're heading to White Dragon Port now... Oh, and remember to bring those powerful search devices."

David pulled a long, entirely black wooden staff from beside his desk. It was a high-grade staff he had custom-made, crafted from materials close to undead attributes and capable of greatly enhancing spells from the Necromancy School.

He carefully took it in hand, gathered a few documents, and led