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Chapter 487

Day 109 – Late Night, the Theocracy, Fortress Town Eastgate

A spy, such a cruel and absurd thing. Because even while perfectly disguised and infiltrated, some soldier has the sheer audacity to come up and complain again? To not even recognize perfection, pitiful, merciless, isn’t it?

We gave those incompetent gatekeepers, who couldn’t recognize a flawless disguise even when it was flawless, a good beating and slipped into the city. But despite it being the middle of the night, it’s packed full of drunk Middle-Aged Men, stinking of booze and Middle-Aged Man stench. Should we disinfect the filth-Middle-Aged Men?

This was the fortress city, the soldiers’ garrison and checkpoint town, a so-called city of censorship? The town meant to monitor everything transported into the Theocracy’s core, watching over the eastern trade routes, a barracks-town with nothing but soldiers, no shops, nothing else… or so it was supposed to be?

Maybe it was the