462 God of Murder's doppelganger_2

The middle-aged man's mouth curved into a sneer:

"So I'm giving you a chance, think hard about why the orders we received were to keep an eye on that carriage, instead of intercepting, arresting, or even destroying it."

"A word of advice, never think you're smarter than the big shots, they just see more than you do sometimes."

Weining bit his lip with dissatisfaction but pondered seriously.

"Here's a hint, the rumor about the Sacred Artifact of the God of Murder originated from an alchemy workshop associated with the Seven Saint Alliance," said the middle-aged man calmly.

Weining's eyes flashed with brilliance. He wasn't a fool; on the contrary, his young age and membership in the Innocent Balance proved his excellence among his peers.

"The owner of the carriage is a wizard of the Alliance?"

"He's not the originator of the riots in the city but an unclear third-party actor?" Weining mused.

The middle-aged man said lazily,

"That's about it."