In Darrowshire's residential district, everything appeared calm on the surface. But a closer look would have revealed that it was anything but peaceful.
After receiving their orders, the people inside the house fell silent for a moment. Then a hoarse voice spoke. "Go back and gather your squads. Assemble at the south gate in ten minutes."
One after another, they left without a word.
Quiet and taciturn-that was how they were now.
People moved along the street, keeping half a meter between one another. They appeared to be walking together in a group, but blink and look again, and the street was empty. There was nothing there, not a single figure. That crowd from a moment ago must have been a trick of the eyes.
Rogues. Every one of them was a Rogue, and they had all entered stealth.
They hurried toward the south gate, their footsteps making not the slightest sound.
Silent footfalls were the most basic requirement for a Rogue. Anyone who failed to meet that requirement during training could never become one.
In all, around a hundred and fifty Rogues swiftly reached the south gate.
Over the past two years, the number of Rogues in the Kingdom of Gilneas had grown much faster than the number of mages. Once specialized training was available, Rogues emerged in large numbers. The reason was simple.
There was an enormous difference between Rogues and mages-not in their strength or status, but in how difficult they were to train.
Mages consumed far more resources. The total cost of training a single mage exceeded that of training ten Rogues.
The Rogue was a remarkably economical class. Mainstream society looked down on it, which had led to a particular situation: mages were a class for the wealthy, while Rogues were a class for those