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"He's getting desperate."
Edward returned to the bench and turned to look toward the governor's residence. He still held a newspaper, covered with several messy lines and even traces of a game of gomoku he had played against himself.
"The mutiny will happen during the day at the earliest, tonight at the latest."
He shook his head. "I said within this month, but it'll be finished on my second day here. There really was no need to come to this city."
Sowing discord, toying with people's hearts, inciting malice-although these sounded more like things a Provoker or an Instigator ought to do, they were actually a Devil's specialty.
He had done this on the Northern Continent and the Southern Continent. After doing it a few times on the Northern Continent, the Churches had hunted him for hundreds of years. Fortunately, for those several decades to a century after the new sea routes opened, the Southern Continent had been full of heretics, and the Orthodox Churches had finally stopped interfering with his antics.
Actually, either the Devil or Hunter pathway ought to have a Sequence called "Agitator," Edward thought, with the attitude of someone contributing to a professional curriculum. Otherwise, some substandard Beyonders rely entirely on potions to improve their intelligence. That's bad for the potions and pathways.
There was nothing left in this city to pass the time with. He had even traveled to another city to buy the newspaper in his hands.
Bored out of his mind, Edward could only concentrate on waiting for the task to complete itself.
He waited for a very, very long time. As afternoon approached, a series of brisk, tapping footsteps rang out, as though some small wooden object were rapidly striking the ground.
Edward turned his head to glance behind him to