798 Trap

He could tell why the Martial Squires that led him to the meeting room eyed him carefully, frowning mildly. He had carefully stuffed this makeshift with the same insulating esoteric substances that jammed sensing in the Shionel Dungeon.

He was not stupid, he was certain that the Guildmaster of the Shionel Merchant Guild would make at least one attempt to figure out his identity. He was pretty sure that there existed Martial Squires that could track his identity or his location through their senses. Thus Rui had gone to great lengths to ensure that that was not possible. He had taken multiple measures to ensure that there was no way that they could figure out his identity otherwise.

CLACK

They opened the door, before gesturing inside. "The meeting will be conducted inside,"

Rui found two other Martial Squires inside, as well as a strange and sophisticated contraption at the end of the room.

There was no sight of Guildmaster Bradt.

"Is this a trap?" Rui asked calmly and openly.