As the trucks slowly drove into the large warehouse courtyard in western Horseshoe City, several Imperial soldiers unloaded the crates of gold from the vehicles and neatly arranged them on the ground.
Once they were done, the soldiers consciously took up positions outside the courtyard to stand guard.
Seeing this, Galil did not act immediately. Instead, he silently used low-frequency whispers to order the already invisible members of the Shadow Forces, who had activated the Shadow Arts, to remain where they were.
They then hid themselves throughout the courtyard and waited for the target of this mission to arrive.
Having once been sold to a circus by Brown Kingdom merchants as a monster when he was young, Galil understood all too well just how greedy Brown Kingdom merchants could be. He knew exactly how foolish these humans were, people who would throw away even their lives for money.
Therefore, he was certain that after he had put out this bait, John Maslow—who was no different from those merchants and perhaps even more disgusting—would never simply leave this gold sitting in the warehouse.
That man would definitely come to inspect it in person, revealing the ugly face Galil knew so well.
And when that happened, it would be the best time for him to exact his revenge!
"Still, why do I have the feeling that something is wrong? Is it just my imagination?"
Feeling an inexplicable sense of dread in his heart, Galil could not help frowning as his crimson eyes scanned the surroundings in confusion.
He had clearly found nothing suspicious, yet he could not shake his unease.
It was as if countless pairs of eyes were secretly watching him from within this empty courtyard, ready to suddenly leap out of nowhere and launch a fatal ambush against him and