Grandmaster Magic Smith, Orville

Today, five over 6 feet tall figures followed by a figure with 5'2 height entered the Dark City, and all of them were wearing black mantles like any average person in the dark city.

Those six didn't seem too interested in strolling as they hailed three taxis and soon arrived at the alchemy guild and entered it without giving another extra glance.

However, at the edge of the alchemy guild building square, a pair of blue eyes were following their vanishing silhouettes like a hawk.

He suddenly whispered, which could only be heard by him, "Those six seemed to be not ordinary."

Just as his voice was suppressed under the bustling crowd, a clear, crisp voice rang in his ear, "Who? Everyone looks the same to me."

"Hehe, Boss was again staring at some chick's ass." Another perverted voice chimed in.

"Shut up! You still have the mood to joke around?" The blue eyes boss chided in the same whispering voice.