At night, Aiden stepped down from the hired carriage and strode towards his own apartment. It was already very late, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street. Coming home after a night shift was not an unusual occurrence for him.
The moment the carriage left, Aiden saw a tall man standing under the streetlamp near the apartment. He stood there quietly like a signpost, seemingly waiting for someone.
Upon seeing Aiden descend from the carriage, the man immediately approached, "Mr. Galrod?"
Leaning on his cane, Aiden stared at the man's face and replied bluntly, "I don't seem to know you."
In a situation like this, he could somewhat guess the man's identity.
"Gistas Royal Secret Police Intelligence Department action team leader, you can just call me Roddy," the man introduced himself with a smile, hat in hand.
"Being so forthright with your identity isn't something a competent intelligence officer should do," Aiden blinked.