Chapter 287: I Have a M-Node in the Merchant Alliance
On a winter night in Misty Bay Harbor, a cold wind blew off the sea, carrying a bone-chilling dampness. Occasionally a late-returning passerby tightened their thin clothes and hurried on with their necks hunched; their breath puffed white and was immediately scattered by the wind.
Most windows on the streets were tightly shut, only a few leaking dim, warm light.
At least in this trade capital, coal and kerosene from the south were not a luxury every commoner could afford; their steep prices made people frugal.
Nilly led three people trailing far behind the chaos worshiper, her silhouette perfectly masked by shadow stealth, like four ghosts merged into the night, almost impossible to detect.
“Finally caught these little rats hiding in the dark,” Nilly whispered, a trace of excitement for having finally found her prey in her voice. “Not wasting the few days I stayed here, although I barely got a decent sleep... This damn place is cold and damp, and the bedboards are hard.”
She complained, stretching and yawning. As a Stone Descendant used to the dry climate of the Dark Realm, she couldn’t bring herself to like the coastal winter weather of Misty Bay Harbor.
“Wait, something’s off.” She suddenly stopped stretching, her body tensing like a vigilant feline.
Her keen perception caught movement on another street: around the warm yellow light seeping through the half-open tavern door, the shadows were fluctuating oddly.
That was the telltale trace left when someone used shadow stealth, the unavoidable disturbance to ambient light that betrays them.