It had already been three minutes since the lady with the black cloak entered the shadow of the couch.
At this moment, Aegon was sitting on the wooden shelf waiting for her to come out, the dagger in his hand was dripping blood.
It was the blood from the lady after he stabbed her stomach earlier.
For the whole of the three minutes, Aegon had said no words and only thought in his heart of who she was and why she was here.
He had expected Reynold or an associate of his; who should have been another Farmer. But this was different.
This lady in the black cloak and a hoodie; she was no Farmer, but more like an assassin.
'And with the sigil… Is it some kind of cult?'
Aegon stared at the shadow of the couch and wondered in his heart.
'Shadow talent? Never thought that was a thing. But it could be expected, she's an assassin and it fits the role perfectly.'
