Chapter 121: Movements
Basla wasn’t even sure if the other tribes were still pursuing him. But he couldn’t risk it. So, he continued running. Even when his legs burned, and his breath carried the taste of blood, he continued running and stumbling through the forest.
He didn’t know how long or how far he had run. He didn’t know where he had run, either. He just knew that he had run deeper into the forest. Or maybe not. He was pretty disoriented.
Eventually, he could run no more and fell to the ground. Through his dazed vision, though, he saw a pair of shadowy things moving toward him. Legs?
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Old Man Rem looked at the skinny figure sitting in a corner of the bar. He was doing a good job of not grabbing attention. But he still couldn’t hide his arrogance and straight back. It was a popular bar for criminals since it was located in the depths of the slums.
Most of its current guests had probably already flagged the man as suspicious. Fortunately, most people who came to the bar at this time were suspicious. If they weren’t, it was because they were regulars.
And regulars in Burner’s Inn on the outskirts of the royal capital, Radstok, were most likely affiliated with the Syndicate.
The man already being made wasn’t a big deal. But it would have been better if he hadn’t been made.
The man, who had most of his appearance hidden by an oversized robe, flinched when Old Man Rem suddenly appeared on the other side of the table. Fortunately, he knew better than to make a sound. He was mostly used to it, after all.
Rem looked at the man, waiting for him to speak. It was he who requested a meeting, after all.
"Is the report accurate?" The man asked in a low voice.