The Fire Monks did not leave immediately. Travel-worn and carrying the chill on their bodies, they looked as though they had marched all the way from the Mountaintops of the Giants at speed and were preparing to rest their feet here.
The other Fire Monks took their seats, waiting for the proprietor to bring them hot soup and food. Compared with the bitter cold of the Mountaintops of the Giants, this part of Caria was practically paradise.
They wore iron armor and surcoats on the outside, with gambesons underneath for warmth. Even then, they still felt cold in the Mountaintops of the Giants, but here they were sweating buckets, unbearably hot.
They had to travel a long way, so they carried plenty of luggage, with distinctive Flame-shaped Warhammers hanging at their waists.
It looked as though they would need to recuperate at the waystation and make some adjustments to their equipment.
Their carriage was also parked outside the waystation.
The Fire Monk who had been holding the portrait was questioning the people inside. He asked them one by one, first introducing the thief's name and identity, then asking whether they had seen him and telling them to notify the monks promptly if they saw him in the future.
The questioning was simple and straightforward, and the Fire Monk made no particular attempt to hide anything. They were here to catch a thief. Why make a show of concealing their movements, as though terrified someone might find out? There was no need.
Before long, he reached Zhao Si's table, where he noticed something different.
Although both girls were blind, one was a Witch and the other a swordswoman. The man was a Tarnished, and judging by his clothes and bearing, he was no ordinary person.
The Fire Monk caught on. "People