Leviathan's Tailor Shop.

Rosen returned to the corner as Madam Leviathan looked at him ingratiatingly.

Rosen knew that since the affair provided great risk for the other party to act as a scapegoat, he could also use it to blackmail this wealthy lady to do many things for him.

As long as the facade was maintained, it would be easy to secretly extract money, information, and even physical pleasures from her.

Of course, a wealthy lady of passable looks and means was not worth Rosen dirtying his hands over.

It wasn't that he couldn't, but the gains would not be worth the cost.

"I need a large, stiff sheet of paper or thin wood - pattern paper for making clothes samples would work nicely."

"I'll prepare it right away."

"No rush. I also need some high quality sticks of charcoal. Oh yes, describe that woman's vocal qualities again."

Madam Leviathan thought carefully.

"She lowered her voice intentionally, making it somewhat hoarse, but there was a faint arrogance in her words and manner, like someone used to giving orders."

"Hmm, I feel she must be nobility, no, definitely nobility, because only noblewomen speak that way."

As a tailor shop owner, she had no lack of experience interacting with high society, so her judgement was highly credible.

"Nobility?"

Rosen's brows quirked slightly. He felt things were getting tricky.

Because the law did not touch the nobility in this world. Nobles could pay their way out of killing commoners.

It just so happened he was a commoner.

But with things having reached this point, there was no going halfway.

"The true nobles of Silvermoon City aren't that many. With relatives, there's only hundreds. No wonder she was afraid of being recognized by the intermediary."

Just then, Madam Leviathan brought over the stiff paperboard and charcoal sticks, both high quality.

Rosen took the charcoal and swiftly sketched a portrait.

"Is this her?"

"Yes, yes! It's her, it's her! Mister Rosen, do you recognize her?"

"I've seen this woman before on the streets, so when you described her, I remembered."

Saying so, he returned the silk purse to Madam Leviathan.

"Take this back. Be more discreet in the future - affairs are pleasurable but come at a cost."

Madam Leviathan clutched the purse tightly, breathing a huge sigh of relief.

But hearing Rosen's words, she couldn't help retorting.

"Young man, you don't know that Lars has a huge elephant's nose... why am I telling you this? Anyway, thank you for going easy. I'll be more careful."

Rosen naturally understood her meaning, but just shrugged without commenting.

Taking the charcoal sketch, he left the tailor shop. Passing the entrance, he unexpectedly saw Mister Leviathan sitting there brooding, his expression somewhat gloomy.

Rosen waved at him but was ignored, as if the man had lost his soul.

This was abnormal. Rosen's mind stirred as he guessed something.

He sighed inwardly, "I hope Mister Lars is well."

Ordinary middle-class citizens were usually gentle, but certain circumstances could still arouse the hidden primal blood of a man.

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Coincidentally, most of these circumstances involved women.

Of course, it was none of Rosen's business.

Next, he might encounter the culprit, so the danger level would rise sharply.

It was daytime now, still in the bustling market district, so the other side would be constrained. But anything could happen.

To avoid tricks like the convertible carriage earlier, Rosen applied a resist force field on himself before taking action.

But that wasn't enough.

He carefully scanned every corner of the market, missing nothing. Then in a corner he saw an old, white-haired woman.

The old woman was squatting by the roadside, her skin like chicken skin, back hunched, with a broken begging bowl placed before her - utterly ordinary.

But at the sight of this old woman, Rosen's mind instantly calmed.

"Hehe, Teacher's disguise skills are pretty good. Let's start then."

With the charcoal sketch, he went before the notice board in the southern market and stuck it up with a swish. Then he started shouting loudly.

"Hello~ Hello~ Passersby, looking for someone! Help look for someone!"

"Looking for a beautiful noble young lady!"

"Reward is generous! One crown per clue!"

"Gentlemen and ladies passing by, don't miss it!"

The somewhat childish voice of the youth rang out, instantly spreading through half the marketplace.

A reward of one gold crown was indeed generous. Soon, a large crowd gathered around the notice board.

One busybody asked, "Boy, your drawing is good but we can't see the face clearly. How can we find her?"

Rosen immediately said, "This young lady appeared in the marketplace around 9 plus this morning. Someone must have seen her."

"Hey boy, since she's a noble lady, why are you looking for her? Afraid of causing trouble?"

Rosen laughed, "Actually I don't know if she's a noble! Mainly she's beautiful and I'm smitten, I want to find her and confess my love!"

He paused, then asked back, "Uncle, confessing love isn't against the law right?"

"Haha, naturally not against the law, but you're willing to spend money, little fellow!"

Another busybody stared at the drawing, rubbing his chin as if trying to recall.

"This back view seems familiar. I think I've seen it somewhere before."

Rosen's heart stirred. Just as he was about to ask—

A man in his mid to late thirties pushed through the crowd and strode forward.

"Boy, I've seen her. Follow me, I'll bring you to her."

Rosen's heart quivered slightly. He scrutinized the man, discovering his expression was indifferent, gaze slightly gloomy, features somewhat worn.

Looking at his attire - knee-length gray robes, gray pants, a belt with a money pouch, an ordinary defensive dagger.

His mind stirred - "Judging by his temperament, he's like a wandering mage down on his luck."

He had just announced the search when a mage came knocking. It was highly likely his guess was right, and the culprit had been secretly observing his every move.

The sudden appearance of the portrait caused her to lose her composure.

To avoid expanding the situation and introducing unpredictable variables, she swiftly sent a subordinate to remove him from the marketplace.

Why did Rosen judge he was likely the culprit's subordinate?

Aside from his external temperament, because this man didn't ask about the reward like an ordinary person would. Instead, he directly wanted to lead Rosen away.

These thoughts flashed swiftly through his mind, but they were still guesses needing confirmation.

Rosen smiled, "No need to lead the way, I'm very familiar with Silvermoon City. Just give me a place name."

The middle-aged man shook his head in refusal. "No place name. Just a nameless street. I'm bad at explaining, better if I bring you."

Alright, his guess was correct.

If he followed this man, once away from the patrol guards in the bustling marketplace, in some secluded area, there was an 80-90% chance he would be directly killed.

But this also meant a chance to expose the culprit's identity.

Should he go or not? Of course he should.

Teacher was watching over in the shadows.

He put away the portrait and smiled. "What's your name, sir?"

"Thomson."

An utterly generic name. Obviously fake.

"Oh, then how much reward do you want?"

"Bringing you to find someone can be considered a good deed. You can just give what you think is fair."

"Alright! Let's go then."

Rosen had an 'eager' look on his face.

"This way."

The man who claimed to be Thomson took the lead.

Rosen followed several steps behind, walking for several dozen meters. He intentionally glanced at the old white-haired woman again.

Discovering she had stood up, stooping and leaning on a cane, tottering slowly along the road.

Although moving very slowly, she strangely remained in Rosen's field of vision.

Considering the old woman's speed, Rosen deliberately dawdled.

"Oh wait, my shoelace is loose."

"Hold on, my stomach is full, need to relieve myself for a bit."

"Ow, hey mister, could you walk slower?"

The middle-aged Thomson was clearly impatient, but did not flare up.

Finally, the two arrived at a dark alley entrance near the marketplace.

It could be seen the alley itself was quite spacious, a semi-enclosed space formed between several tall stone buildings.

Looking back was the lively bustling street. Looking ahead, it was a somewhat dim and tranquil space without a single person inside.

Such a place was ideal for setting up an ambush.

Rosen glanced back again. The old woman was gone.

His heart shook. He swiftly opened his adventure log to check. Soon he discovered the old woman had turned into a small lane. After some time, an inconspicuous figure appeared on a rooftop.

"She's on the rooftop. Gave me a shock."

With the culprit possibly ahead, he was in no rush to make a move. Back against the thick stone wall, he slowly started asking questions.

"State your identities."

The figure by the entrance took a step forward. Surprisingly, it was a man fully wrapped in black leather armor.

Most eye-catching were his eyes - the pupils were pure white without visible irises, while the sclera was blood-red, appearing bizarre.

From his throat came a hoarse voice.

"You annoying little brat!"