"Should I call you stupid? Or smart!"
This old geezer really knew how to keep himself breathing. If he'd gone snooping around and the 'master' found out, his fate would've been pretty obvious.
He was better off just taking wild guesses at the 'master's' real identity in his head.
"That black-robed guy who delivers the messages is the key to exposing who's pulling the strings!"
Carlos sorted through the intel in his mind.
The Golden Sand Society was toast, but the puppet master behind it was still lurking in the shadows. He had a gut feeling that if he didn't dig out this puppet master, similar organizations would pop up again down the road.
"Pain in the ass. What's this puppet master's angle in doing all this?"
Carlos frowned a bit. Controllers, no matter which city-state they were in, held big-shot positions.
If the person behind this was really a Controller like he suspected, then they had serious problems.
