Hmm...

So, the person I saw back then wasn't a ghost after all. After all, the current masked black-clothed comrade has a shadow, and since there's a shadow, it means it's not a ghost.

Well, although I don't know who said that, it should be correct.

With this in mind, Ryuto couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but quickly noticed another issue.

Why did the masked black-clothed comrade come here?

It shouldn't be to guide Ryuto, right? Otherwise, wouldn't that make Ryuto his exclusive guide? After all, Ryuto doesn't remember becoming a member of any travel agency.

Moreover, the other party should not know he is here, so none of the above conclusions hold.

In other words.

"Does that guy have another purpose for coming here?"

"That's what I'm thinking too."

"But at this stage, we can only know this much. As for the specific purpose of that guy, it remains unknown."

While the two quietly discussed, the masked black-clothed person had already left Ryuto and the others' sight and headed inside.

"What does it matter? As long as we follow, won't we find out? Right, darling!"

"That's true. Since that's the case, we have no choice but to follow."

After making up their minds, Ryuto and the others quietly followed.

Because Ryuto has never been a stalker, to be honest, Ryuto is not good at it. No, it's more accurate to say that he doesn't know anything about stalking at all.

When it comes to stalking, it has already become a profound discipline. Therefore, I won't elaborate here.

In short, to avoid being discovered, Ryuto could only follow cautiously, peeking carefully around corners as if playing a survival game, no, even more tense than playing a survival game.

Moreover, it's not even possible to see the other party's shadow while stalking, because of the lack of stalking skills. To prevent being discovered, one can only deliberately follow from a distance, if not for this being a one-way path, Ryuto would have lost track long ago.

Can an amateur really not compare to a professional? Here, we offer our knees to those professional stalkers.

Finally, they arrived in front of a certain gate. Although they didn't see anyone, the masked black-clothed comrade should have gone in, after all, there's only one road here, and they haven't seen anyone on the way. The best evidence is that the gate is now open, appearing freshly so. It shouldn't be the guard who opened it, the skill of pretending to be someone else shouldn't be that outrageous.

Hmm...

Here we must believe that the gate was opened by the masked black-clothed comrade.

Masked black-clothed comrade, shouldn't you have a bit of empathy for us amateurs? Your quick actions make it difficult for us to follow you, not conducive for our work progress.

No, let me emphasize once again, I'm not in this line of work.

Well, for now, let's consider the job done. I won't complain about you in front of our superiors. As for other unwritten rules...

Let's forget it, after all, I don't even know how to pretend, let alone those high-end skills.

Huh? Isn't it strange not to know these skills? Speaking of strange, drag them out and shoot directly, no, send them to the border directly, never to return to the court for eternity. That's the birthplace of pretending at the border, where you can pretend as much as you want with the locals, learn from each other, and progress together. How about that? Not bad, right!

Well, let's focus on the task at hand.