Chapter 67: A Suitable Bait (1)
There was a mansion on the outskirts of Drunta, the capital of the Eustil Kingdom. Sebastian had arranged for it as a new hideout after losing Lloyd. With their previous base compromised, staying in one location was no longer viable. In the mansion’s study, Sebastian clutched his head in frustration.
“What am I to do now...?”
He had mobilized all available resources to track down Prince Lloyd—or rather, Alford’s body. He had even used the adventurers’ guild to gather information indirectly. Yet, there were still no leads. Sebastian was overcome with despair. He gnawed nervously at his nails.
“Could he have already reconnected with his followers? Is that why he’s vanished? If so, things will become exceedingly troublesome...”
He muttered to himself as three men sat opposite him. They weren’t dressed in their usual black robes but in plain attire to blend in. These men were necromancers sent by the Black God’s Cult. Among them was a man in his fifties, their leader, Detzras.
Detzras spoke calmly, “Haven’t we already confirmed the royal palace and the Taline Marquisate?”
Both places had long been infiltrated by spies. Thus, they could be certain that Lloyd had not sought refuge in the royal palace or his maternal relatives’ residence.
Sebastian snapped back irritably, “But we can’t rule out the possibility that he’s contacted other subordinates, can we?”
Just as Alford had allies operating in secrecy, Lloyd had his own covert network. It wasn’t feasible to plant spies in every faction.
For such extensive infiltration to be possible, the power gap between the two factions would have to be enormous—and if that were the case, the power struggle wouldn’t have dragged on for over a decade. It would’ve ended long ago.
Detzras shook his head. “Even so, it’s not a significant issue.”
The other necromancers nodded in agreement and chimed in.