Market

Twenty minutes later….

"Ok, so now we know Hans isn't a traitor"

said the dean, covering her ears to cut off any noises she heard from outside,

Since the screams of the director telling her that traitors don't cook pancakes was already enough noise for the whole day.

"Then who could it be? I really don't know, I haven't done much of a background search on the teachers since, other than Jackson and the deceased Scarlet Evans, that were employed by me, they were all recommended by the other branch leaders, but I think it might be time for us to do so.

I'll send Jackson to check onto their past in the night market."

The night market, a place where everything you want to know can be bought.

Bringing there the right sum, everything can be known, from the number of fish in a public pond, to the darkest secret of the world leaders.