Chapter 241: Genuine Patrols
Kohen stretched and let out a big yawn.
On the street, a little girl hugging a yard of cloth could not help but glance at Kohen's tall figure.
"Reduce your movements. An attendant should have the mannerisms of an attendant," Raphael walked beside Kohen and said with a frown. "We're surrounded by Northlanders—it's hard to say if any of Lampard's spies are here."
Kohen snorted in discontentment, but he still lowered his head obediently and smoothened his Northland flax cloak.
He rubbed his lower jaw and sighed.
The dark paint on his face… did not allow his skin to breathe. He felt that his skin was slightly tense.
The police officer glanced at the carriage behind him and said with a frown, "Is this really going to be effective?"
Raphael ignored him and glanced at the carriage behind too. He then continued forward.
Soon, Raphael saw their destination.
He was dreaming.
This time, Thales clearly knew. 'T