"The place is too crowded. It would be too conspicuous for the four of us to go in together."
At the entrance to the comic convention, four middle-aged men in coats of different colors stood to the side like country bumpkins seeing the big city for the first time, watching the variety of cosplayers inside.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man in a gray coat spoke to the hooded man beside him, "Quest, you go and capture the target. Knock her out by hitting her neck before you bring her out. You're permitted to use Class E Spells."
"Is one person enough?" asked another middle-aged man in a white shirt. "Won't it be very noticeable bringing the target out?"
"That's enough." The man in the gray coat pulled a black snakeskin bag from his trouser pocket and handed it to the hooded man. "The target is very small. Just put her in the bag and carry her out."
