Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

After confirming the young man and his giant pet had left the district, Hills returned to the rented house and knocked on the door. Casaman, who opened the door, glanced at him to ensure he was not an imposter. Once satisfied, Casaman stepped aside to let him in and then peeked out the door to the left and right.

"Nothing followed me, don’t worry," Hills said without turning his head, but his face had turned quite ugly when he looked at the Sect Hierarch: "There’s a problem. That kid didn’t go to the next district; he got on a public carriage and left."

"What’s going on, maybe he’s just in charge of this area," the Dwarves asked curiously.

"Impossible. I’ve been through several of these inspections before. The other party would at least be responsible for this entire district, not just do a sloppy job on our street... Their intent is very clear. We’ve got a big problem now, Your Excellency," Hills said. He glanced at Casaman: "You’ve escaped their pursuit before; you should know that when they come to check, they purposely have newcomers confirm our presence while their senior members watch from afar. If we slip up, they will arrest us on the spot."

"Yes, Hills, and that’s why I think we are still safe, just like we discussed before. If they had already confirmed our existence, why wouldn’t they just bring a team and surround us here?" Casaman had a different viewpoint — this was the explanation he and Malin had decided on after deliberation.

Moreover, Casaman was also puzzled why the unfolding events were diverging from the plan he had arranged with Malin. It was strange.

"I agree with Casaman’s point. Casaman is top-notch at evading capture," the young Half-human put forth, as Casaman had led him and the Sect Hierarch and others to a miraculous escape last time.

Hills thought for a moment and then nodded somewhat awkwardly: "Right, Casaman is indeed correct. But better safe than sorry. If they are suspicious that we have entered their city, we can’t wait any longer. Upon their return, they will compare records, and in this regard, various departments across the human world that are against us will join forces... Casaman, have you ever used your painter identity?"

"Never. This is the first time I’ve used this identity. Although I studied art at the academy, I’ve never used this identity before, so I have every reason to believe that everything is fine. If things were like you said, at least my identity would not be a problem." At this, Casaman fell silent suddenly, then he and Hills both looked toward the human woman who had not spoken until now.

"Mrs. Richard, what about you?"