The only reason that could draw a second glance from these passersby was Isabella Lindsey, standing next to him in the same camouflage attire. It was rare to see a man and a beautiful woman together, fleeing into this place. And it was even less common to see such young and attractive people like the two of them.
Their hands were not held together, and those with experience could tell that both of them were in a state of slight combat readiness. With the slightest rustle of wind or grass, they could immediately throw themselves into battle.
It had been three days.
Isabella Lindsey and Waldor Jones had been staying in the inn all this time; this was their first day venturing out.
In fact, they had wanted to go out and carry out their mission earlier, but as fugitives freshly arrived in a strange place, immediately running to an organization to seek refuge would seem highly suspicious.
