Chapter 670: Sometimes, we need to use other fish to catch a bigger fish
Ishra Arnea was in the middle of his beauty sleep when the butler knocked on his bedroom door. Fifteen minutes of persistent knocking later, the magician finally came out while cursing incoherently, even after the butler explained that the mission’s target had arrived.
"Fuck! Why should you come so late at night?! Can’t you just wait and tell me in the morning?!" the second son of Lenaar’s Duke Arnea spitted out curses while walking down the corridor.
Weren’t you the one who insisted to be called instantly the moment the target arrived?
The butler rolled his eyes behind the unreasonable young master. Hopefully, the matter could be concluded quickly and they would be freed from this human pollution as soon as possible.
Hiding his spite beneath the gentle, polite smile, the butler led the magician toward the basement. All of the agents sent to apprehend the target were there, totaling almost fifty people with the ones staying in Sareah. The large, emptied basement suddenly looked small and crowded as they made way for the magician.
Ishra stopped in front of the middle of the basement, where an unconscious man was being tied by mana-sealing handcuffs and anklets. The man was of average build, hunched over, with the hood of his cloak covering his head.
"This is him?" the magician asked with a clear annoyance in his sleepy face.
"Yes, Sir. Please check for certainty."
One of the agents was about to flip the captive over, but Ishra beat them to it and kicked the man until the face turned up. It was a sleeping face, but enough for identification.
"Heh," the magician scoffed. "Still as bad-looking as ever."
Bad? The agents raised their brows secretly before putting on their stoic faces again. For someone going around ruin to ruin alone, the target looked quite fine. Just too thin and dirty from the journey. Certainly, with a bit of a wash and some food, he would look better than this magician, but...