Chapter 471: Wilmar’s Attempt
Wilmar sat inside a restaurant located closest to the mayor’s mansion. He took a seat by the window, which gave him a clear view in the direction of the mansion.
The restaurant stood right beside the main road connecting his current district to the mansion’s area.
He was already wearing a different robe and a mask to cover his face. He had received both after asking a guard in town to provide them before he entered Catiras. He knew his usual white robe was far too conspicuous and would continue to draw unwanted attention. He couldn’t afford to underestimate Catiras, it was Aldrian’s main base.
He also worried someone might recognize him and spread the word, so he chose to wear a mask. It wasn’t too unusual anyway, as many others sometimes wore masks in the city to conceal their identities.
He kept looking at the road that passed through a small forest leading to the estate. From his position, he could see a few people exiting the area. He recognized them as the mansion’s maids, likely heading out to purchase supplies.
He had been there for more than half an hour and had already gathered some information about the mansion’s daily activity from nearby residents. Now, he was just waiting for an opening, an opportunity to infiltrate the mansion.
His plan was simple.
Infiltrate the mansion and take a hostage to use as a bargaining chip for his escape. He would bring the hostage with him wherever he went, and even if Aldrian caught him, he could use the hostage as leverage.
That was the only plan he could come up with to escape his situation. Aldrian was too powerful—he needed something to keep him in check.
Unbeknownst to him, a food stall owner outside the restaurant kept glancing in his direction. His actions were natural, not raising any suspicion. He was one of the people Wilmar had approached earlier to gather information about the mansion’s activity, and Wilmar had paid him with a few energy stones.
After a brief glance at Wilmar, the stall owner sent a voice transmission to someone.
