A flying ship was soaring through the sky. On the deck, two handsome young men stood, gazing into the distance.
What was strange was their clothing. Despite clearly being very wealthy, they wore old and plain clothes.
Even their faces looked a bit dusty.
"Tell me about the target." Daniel spoke lazily without changing his line of sight. He really disliked the clothes he was wearing.
Not because they were ugly or anything like that, but simply because he felt uncomfortable in them—they were far too irritating.
Still, there was nothing he could do. This was their disguise for now, and he had to endure it.
"Our target is Arden Peacewing, son of Torin Peacewing. At the moment, he's in the city of Bloodmere, a desert city, mostly a place where you'll find thugs, criminals, and lowlifes." Andreas explained calmly.
"Tell me about this Torin. Who is he, and why are we supposed to assassinate his son?"
