Chapter 130: New Team （2）
Ghost stepped fully out of the makeshift tent his shadowed frame settling into calm reserved poise beneath the dim slum light.
His masked gaze swept over Hannah Sister Mary and the others lingering at the alley mouth quiet and unreadable behind the covering.
"I have waited for your arrival," Ghost said his voice low concise and serious with no extra idle words.
"Give me a short moment to check on the patients inside. We will move to a quieter open path closer to Zamorde's middle city to speak freely away from slum ears and wandering cult watchers."
No one objected.
They waited in quiet patience while Ghost ducked back into the frayed tent to tend briefly to the fever stricken villagers within.
Minutes later he reappeared and led their small party away from the cramped alley toward a wider tree lined lane where the air was cleaner and prying eyes far fewer.
Once they came to a stop Ghost turned to Hannah his tone still measured and brief.
