Zhang Jiuzu glanced at Cheng Shi, and his expression became somewhat interesting.

Although he didn't say a word, Cheng Shi immediately understood his expression, and his own expression instantly became interesting.

He twitched his lips and asked in astonishment, "You couldn't have... sent Tualatin to the Brotherhood of Thieves?"

Zhang Jizu's eyes had narrowed into slits. He was silent for a moment and nodded.

"yes."

"???" Cheng Shi was confused, "You predicted me?"

"...No, it was just a coincidence.

I noticed a few suspicious traces on my way to the Inquisition for the second time. At first, I didn't think there was anything wrong with them, but when I escaped from the church and went to the Inquisition for the third time, I found them again.

Their positions were exchanged, but the target they were staring at did not seem to change.

Coincidentally, when you took us to the court for the first time during the day, I noticed the conditions of several families on the roadside. It can be summed up in four words: families with young children.

So I kept it in mind.

After you set off this morning, I tried to contact these people. Of course, they might not like the way I contacted them, but that didn't affect the useful information I found from them.

They are none other than the Thief Brotherhood."

Hearing this, Scorpio was stunned. He carefully recalled all the observations and discoveries he had made along the way, and asked in confusion:

"Brother Zhang, I have also been observing the surroundings, how come I didn't notice these people? If someone is watching outside, as a colleague in the shadows, it is impossible for me not to notice anything."

Zhang Jizu smiled and explained:

"Coincidentally, they were not just ordinary stalkers, but died in an unknown corner near the target."

Scorpio's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Dead man!?"

...