Chapter 809
"That’s a relief. Then do you know exactly where they’re staying?" Ian asked right away. His expression remained calm, but inwardly, he felt a sense of relief.
The guard scratched his beard as if recalling something, then replied, "I can’t say for certain, but it’s likely the Blue Wave Inn."
"Blue Wave?"
"Yes. It’s just inside the streets near the east gate, one of the finest inns in the city."
It was likely a place for those arriving from the central regions, and those preparing to cross the inner sea toward it.
Taking up the reins, Ian glanced toward Miguel in the driver’s seat and said, "Appreciate the information."
"Glad I could be of help, …sir." The guard finished awkwardly after a slight delay, as if only just realizing he hadn’t even learned Ian’s name.
"Carry on," Ian said casually, giving the reins a light flick.
Nila stepped forward as if waiting for the cue and passed through the gate, the carriage moving alongside. He could feel eyes following them from behind, but he didn’t bother to turn around.