Chương 119: 119 Conspiracy_1

The streets of Silver Moon City had become somewhat deserted.

A middle-aged half-elf hurriedly walked down the street, brimming with fallen leaves, his hat brim low.

However, a patrol of guards stopped him quite quickly.

"Name?"

"Ross."

"What are you doing? Where are you going?"

...

After some routine inspection and questioning, Ross was finally let go.

He wandered the streets for a long while before finally entering a nondescript tavern.

He bypassed the bustling main hall and headed straight to the kitchen as if he knew the place well, then, led by a chef, he slipped into a concealed basement.

"Brother, Kathy has sent an urgent message from the royal palace."

Under the dim candlelight in the basement, a half-elf raised his head—it was none other than Cis from the Windbell Commerce Association.