Chapter 490: Hot Iron, Please?

When they arrived, there were three of them, all in the colors of the clergy. I scrolled my reticule over them.

[Alderman, Politician, Preacher]

[Politician, Spy]

[Conman, Gossip, Politician, Preacher]

Hey, why was I seeing people's social classes?

<System. Query. Classes. Social Classes. Level one and above.>

[Anthropologist: level one, Industrialist: level one, Truthspeaker: level one]

Anthropologist? The class name conjured up images of dusty old academics, traveling the world to … learn about other cultures.

Okay, guilty. I guess I was an Anthropologist.

I scrolled my reticule over Malkin.

[Social Classes Hidden.]

Okay, I should have expected that. Wait.

[Politician, Spy]

If there were any social class that should be able to hide from plain sight, it would be Spy. In fact, there it was in level one, called [Not A Spy]! And there were later improvements that made it harder to detect.