The Shadow Council's methods were exceptionally cruel. They had no regard for the lives of ordinary people and often used them as sacrifices to achieve certain ends.
"Since he didn't try to kill me, he probably wanted to take me away. There must have been some other purpose," Duke mused.
Daili said, "It was probably because of your talent in Potions. There shouldn't be any other reason."
Over the past two months, Duke had gained a modest reputation in Sky City. The Shadow Council had most likely obtained information on him and targeted him for some reason.
Unfortunately, their intelligence was incomplete. They only knew that Duke was highly skilled in Potions, not that he was also extremely powerful in combat.
Duke nodded. "That should be the reason. I rarely leave home, so I don't know when they started watching me."
"Their actions have always been unpredictable. Mr. Duke, how about I send some people to your shop? More people would make it safer," Daili suggested.
Duke shook his head. "Thank you for the offer, but there's no need."
Ordinary people would not be able to offer much protection. Most of them were weaker than him.
If he could not even protect himself, then no matter how many people came, it would be meaningless. At most, they would provide a little psychological comfort.
Besides, Duke's place was too small to accommodate many people. Brewing potions was also relatively private work, and it was unsuitable to have outsiders nearby.
Daili and the others took the assassin's body away afterward, intending to continue their investigation and see whether they could find any further clues.
Duke remained in his shop, considering his next steps.
He did not know what the Shadow Council wanted by taking him away, but no matter what, increasing his