Before Alke even reached home, he saw a crowd gathered outside his front door.
The retired assassin's heart immediately tightened.
He had left safeguards at home, but what if they failed?
At that thought, Alke's figure flickered in and out of sight again. Moving in an uncanny way no ordinary person could follow, he instantly appeared beside his front door.
Then the retired assassin saw his son and daughter-
Alvin had taken a lash to the face, and there was still a bloody welt.
Alma was bandaging her brother's wound.
The siblings were talking quietly.
All of this was normal.
Or rather, it was within Alke's expectations.
But apart from the siblings, everything else left the retired assassin baffled.
For instance, the corpse hanging in the yard.
For instance, the Old District's police chief standing in the yard.
For instance, the man and woman in the yard who looked like such a perfect match.
What happened?
The retired assassin asked himself inwardly.
Arthur, meanwhile, finally got the entrance he had been waiting for from the "main character," and the corners of his mouth lifted.
Did anyone really think he had so much time on his hands that he would play games with Malinda?
The game was just an excuse.
Recruiting talent was the real goal.
Naturally, he had discovered something unusual about Acker because Fuginn and Muninn would check on Alvin whenever they had nothing else to do-with Arthur's temperament, anyone who appeared around him deserved attention.
Even if that person seemed perfectly normal, it made no difference.
As long as it was within his means, they needed checking three to five times a day.
Suspicious?
No!
Arthur called it caution.
Alvin was a perfect example.
If he hadn't been watching him, how could he have discovered Acker?
In fact,