While gaining a new skill was great and all, another realization struck me like a splash of cold water.
"I have to lay low for now."
Even before the black market incident, the name Faceless Imposter had been quietly circulating in the underworld. After that fiasco, it wasn't just whispers in the shadows anymore—it spread into the noble circles of the North.
Fame has its perks. But notoriety? That was a double-edged sword, sharper on the wrong side.
The truth was, I'd already paid the price. Just to hide the lingering wound from that fight, I'd had to burn through a ridiculous amount of money importing top-grade healing potions.
And worse, my timing, my movements—even showing up in the wrong place too often could draw a line straight back to me. For now, I had no choice but to keep my head down and play the harmless servant: Julius Evans.
