155 The Feral... (2/2)

Ozul did not need to ask her before she hurriedly stood up and followed him out of the room. Ozul had a good rest yesterday. He was pleased since Clara hadn't disturbed him all night either.

After walking out of the room, Ozul put the keys on the counter before walking out of the hotel. There was nothing much in the city, so he planned to continue his journey.

He had his conical hat back on while Clara had also put on her veil. She hadn't changed her clothes because she couldn't find a private room to do so.

As they walked on the streets, the passersby would occasionally eye them up and down.

Clara was already used to others' stares since she was just a child, while Ozul didn't care as long as something did not get in his way or disturb his peace of mind.

Just at that time, he suddenly sensed a malicious intent towards him from afar. He turned around but did not see anyone suspicious looking at him.

Closing his eyes, he tried to sense where he had felt the intent from, and the most likely conclusion was that whoever it was, they were experts in their profession and had gotten away already.

The person had quickly hidden their intent the moment they realized that he had found them out.

Normally, if Ozul had been alert enough, he could have instantly locked on that person. But he did not think that there could be someone who could diminish their intent to such an extent. Naturally, a person could never completely erase their intent since it was impossible to do so unless someone could brainwash themselves instantly for a short period of time.

Even now, Ozul could feel the intent of everyone around him one by one, but it would be of no use since that person might have already fled this area.

Although he couldn't find that person now, he did not worry about it since those emotions' intensity was enough to assure him that this person would come for him sooner or later.

He only had to wait for him to take action.

Under Clara's curious eyes, he turned back and started walking as if nothing had happened.

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A few moments earlier, a man with a long white beard and bald head was smoking near the dark alley while occasionally looking around the crowd.

His movements were fluid, and they did not seem awkward at all. After he took a long puff of smoke in, he would blow it in the air and wave his hand to scatter it away.

Unlike most of the people on the streets, he did not seem like a refugee and instead appeared to be a citizen.

There was a newspaper in his one hand while the cigarette in the other. When he was not smoking or secretly looking among the crowd, he was reading the newspaper.

At this time, he suddenly noticed something among the crowd that caused him to immediately release the puff of smoke that he had just taken in.

*Cough.*

The man coughed while slowly taking steps back inside the dark alleyway. Just when the shadows had covered him all, he immediately disappeared from that place only to appear a few blocks away from that place in another inconspicuous alley.

However, the person who appeared there did not have any long white beard. The man had suddenly grown brown hair as well!

This man had disguised himself as an old man as he observed everyone passing by the earlier area.

At this time, he appeared to be in a hurry as he made his way out and looked around only to approach an old lady drinking wine on the bench placed at the side of the street.

As he made his way towards her, she did not react in any noticeable way until he sat by her side.

”What is it?” Surprisingly, the old lady spoke in a manly voice!

However, it was not so much of a surprise to the brown-haired man since he showed no reaction whatsoever.

The brown-haired man smiled while showcasing his shining canine as he said, ”You won't believe who I found.”

”Who? Just say it already if it is important! Otherwise, don't waste my time!” the old lady said in an annoyed tone with her manly voice.

”The Feral...”