151 Busted
The wind brushed Jerouch's hair, the cold that the night brought seeming to peirce through his bones. However, his black robe held on, regulating his body temperature.
Jerouch was using all the stealth skills in bis arsenal, not minding the way his mana was being sucked at a very noticeable pace.
Jerouch didn't mind much if his mana reserve dropped by much tonight, so long he could get his job done without anyone finding out..
His black robe merged with the static shadows of the building as they bathed under the moonlight.
He had literally turned invincible, and even his footsteps hwd ben erased.
'Perhaps I'll do well as an assassin better than I thought.' Jerouch joked, slippering from the residential quarters, as he approached the administrative area.
The garden of solace blew with even colder breeze, and the familiar aromatic fragrance from the myriad of flowers flooded bis nose.