Today, "Mr. Zorro" looked entirely different from the thief he appeared as that day.
A gentleman's hat was pulled low, almost touching his nose, revealing only a few strands of deep blue hair at the edges. His understated yet luxurious attire spoke of noble breeding, making him appear like a child of the aristocracy.
However, the actions this fellow took today were entirely unbecoming of such fine clothing. After leaving Gabred's bustling main road, he continuously ducked into secluded alleys.
If it weren't for the fact that he seemed in too much of a hurry to look back, Aiven might have thought he had been discovered and was circling to evade being followed.
"What a mysterious fellow."
To be cautious, Aiven increased the distance more, following from afar so as not to lose sight of him completely.
After walking through five or six narrow alleys where even carriages couldn't pass, Aiven finally saw him stop at the gate of an abandoned estate.
