After the squad of guards passed, the Rogue immediately seized the opportunity to move forward. He crept along carefully; the closer he got to the Council Hall, the tighter the security became, and the more cautious he had to be.
As he edged toward the Council Hall, the Rogue became certain that the Black-Robed Man who had entered earlier was inside. Otherwise, there would never have been so many guards stationed around it.
After all, it was the middle of the night. Deep darkness blanketed the land, making this the perfect time to rest. And what was the Council Hall? A place for discussing affairs.
Such discussions usually took place during the day. Unless something urgent had happened, no one would be there at night. And if the Council Hall was empty, why would it need so many guards? It was a council hall, not a Treasure Chamber, so there was no need to keep it heavily guarded twenty-four hours a day.
Reaching the outside of the Council Hall, the Rogue carefully examined its doors. Made from some unknown wood, they were tightly shut. The windows were also set very high, and he did not need to think twice to know they were locked from within. Only a faint glow seeped through them. Getting inside was hardly a realistic option.
With the doors shut and the windows locked from within, there was only one way into the Council Hall: breaking in by force. But as soon as that thought crossed his mind, the Rogue dismissed it. It was far too impractical. He had come to eavesdrop and gather intelligence, not arrest anyone. His eyes swept the surroundings. Every approach was tightly guarded, and crimson lights roamed ceaselessly through the darkness like fiery snakes, protecting the Council Hall.
The Rogue pressed