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"I told you before that this magical beast wouldn't bring us any danger. The problem now is, why is this magical beast attacking the city walls?"

"The magical beast won't bring danger? Roy, why are you so sure of that?"

"There are some things you don't know, nor do you need to know. You just need to know that the magical beast won't attack us."

Roy clearly didn't want to answer Bilson's question. He seemed very perfunctory about the magical beast issue and didn't want to talk about it because the Gray King had issued a strict gag order regarding the Elemental Dragon.

Although he was a fifth-tier mage, he didn't think he had any special status compared to other professionals in front of the Gray King and the Elemental Dragon.

What he wanted to know now was why the Elemental Dragon launched an attack on the city walls. It was very strange.

"This can't be said, that can't be said, what can we even know? I might as well go fight on the front lines."

Bilson said somewhat angrily. Clearly, he was a bit dissatisfied with being assigned to Grandock to guard the royal family.

"Fighting on the front lines is important, but isn't protecting His Majesty's safety important? Bilson, you'd better not have such dangerous thoughts."

Hearing Roy's words, Bilson's face became somewhat embarrassed. His old friend of many years wouldn't even give him any face.

"Then tell me, what can I do at this time? We are clearly the attacking side, and Tyrreria can only passively defend now. Do you think there will be any danger in the capital?"

Jonas also nodded in agreement. He wasn't good with words, but his overall thoughts were actually similar to Bilson's. They both wanted to go to the front lines and were unwilling to stay in the rear.

Roy looked at his two companions of many years and shook his head helplessly. Sometimes, ignorance is truly a blessing.

"The capital might not have been in danger before, but it's different now, Bilson. Perhaps we really have something to do."

"What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says. We were indeed a bit bored before, but now perhaps there is something to do that can make our lives less boring.

The magical beast's attack definitely has a reason. I said before that it wouldn't pose a threat to Grandock, so the fact that it attacked this position on the city wall must mean it discovered a dangerous person or thing."

Bilson seemed to understand something. He also looked at the crack in the city wall and then at the interior of Amadis.

"Are you saying that someone who doesn't belong to Grandock has come in?"

"That's right. Yesterday, Cairo sent an alert! The spark of the war, Klein Alex, appeared in Cairo.

After breaking through Cairo's protective barrier, he fled in our direction. I think that magical beast must have discovered our Mr. Klein.

The reason it attacked the city wall might be because our Mr. Klein came to a place he shouldn't have."

"Are you saying that Klein Alex is in the capital?"

"Probably a 70-80% chance. Anyway, we don't have anything to do, so why not find something to do for ourselves?"

"That's right. If we can find this guy, it would be a great achievement, enough to rival the merit of killing enemies on the front lines."

Bilson's eyes lit up, but the three of them overlooked one point: although Klein's strength was reported as fifth-tier, he couldn't be calculated as a normal fifth-tier.

Their guess was correct, but their reckless plan might cause some unknown consequences.

…

In the hotel room, Klein sat cross-legged on the bed meditating, while Celia could only sit on the sofa to the side, spacing out.

She understood now that this masked guest really had no interest in her and was completely using her as a servant.

Perhaps it was because he looked down on her, or perhaps it was for other reasons. Apart from the initial massage, when the two had physical contact,

Klein hadn't even touched a finger of hers since then. He was either meditating or spacing out, acting like a sage.

Okay, so be it, a servant is a servant. As long as I get paid, I can be a servant for the rest of my life.

Just as Celia was bored, Klein suddenly opened his eyes because he sensed many professionals in the hotel lobby.

Klein immediately became vigilant. He didn't have a magic pool, so he never worried about hiding himself.

But that didn't mean he was untraceable. If he couldn't leave Amadis, a national machine would have many ways to find him.

Klein knew very well that in the capital of an enemy country, finding a foreigner could be difficult, but also very easy.

In the hotel lobby, several warriors surrounded a mage, whispering inquiries:

"Are there any suspicious targets?"

"No, I didn't sense any powerful magic pools. I've covered the entire hotel with my senses. There shouldn't be any mistakes."

The warrior nodded. Their leader had already informed them of this situation in advance.

The target likely had the ability to hide their magic, so the mage's senses were often inaccurate. They still needed to further question the hotel staff.

"Have any suspicious people checked in here in the past few days?"

The hotel manager immediately said with a smile:

"No, we are a legitimate hotel. How could we let in any unsavory people?"

The warrior shook his head, clearly dissatisfied with the hotel manager's response.

"We are from the Guardian Division. We hope you will cooperate with us as much as possible. Otherwise, we have unconditional search privileges.

As a businessman, your boss probably doesn't want us to use such privileges.

So, please think carefully. In the past few days, have any suspicious people checked in? I'm not talking about unsavory people.

But some special people, such as those who are taciturn, act strangely, and are different from ordinary guests."

The manager was stunned for a moment and shifted his gaze to the waitress at the bar. After thinking for a moment, the waitress nodded and said:

"A few days ago, a very strange person did check in. He was very generous and immediately gave 3,000 Grangs, took a King Suite and a maid, and then didn't have any other requests."

The warrior raised an eyebrow. This was a feeling of accomplishment. He immediately asked:

"What name did this person register? What is his name?"

"He's called Cain."

"That's him!"