Four Level 80 or above powerhouses against two.
Thousands of elite adventurers, against two women over Level 70.
No matter how you look at it, the advantage is mine.
Carlos truly couldn't think of any possibility of losing.
With Carlos's order, a large number of thieves took action first, their figures instantly disappearing under the moonlight, stealthily infiltrating the palace like eerie ghosts.
Carlos was actually very cautious.
His judgment wasn't wrong, if it was indeed just Helois and Iyeta.
Unfortunately, the spies he had sent failed to notice that, besides these few people inside the palace, there was another...
The Daughter of Death, Ireta.
Her figure was seated on the sofa in the grand hall of the palace.
But as long as she didn't wish to be seen, even the most skilled thief could not catch a glimpse of Ireta.
