บท 882: Assassination 

Commodus did not even have to make an introduction—everyone already knew that the man under the helmet was Altrus.

Even with his face hidden, there was no doubt that this was the closest the people had ever been to Commodus' most mysterious advisor.

Right now, Zhang Heng was probably the one among the crowd who knew that that person was Altrus.

It wasn't that anyone was unaware that Altrus could've probably used a substitute, but that no one believed that he would actually use one.

This was the day that he would step out of the shadows and into the limelight, something that would earn him unparalleled authority.

In life, there were always moments, such as the crowning ceremony of a prince or on a newlyweds' wedding night, where there was just no way anyone would let someone else take their place. Clint knew this very well. If he were Altrus, he would be there in person no matter what.