The head of the spies broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes shifting anxiously.

‘What’s this? He only glanced at us, and yet he remembers? Among all those laborers?’

It was an insane level of perception. Although he had never seen the lord’s skills firsthand, he was starting to believe the rumors that the lord might actually be at a near-master level.

‘What... what should I do? What should I say?’

The spies were thrown off balance. They were supposed to be invisible, to leave no trace in anyone’s memory. Blending in was the essence of a spy's life.