When ordinary people gaze at them, it's no big deal, especially those without Extraordinary Power, who seem as faint as weeds by the roadside, likely only to be felt by the other side if there's an overwhelming hatred.
However, for an Upper Extraordinary like Rayden, no matter how much he conceals his aura, it inevitably draws some attention.
"I know, you don't have to remind me."
"Of course, I believe you know."
Watching Rayden put down his binoculars, Grega nodded slightly and gently reminded, "It's just... after all, you are an Imperial wanted man now, and I still hope you can consider the bigger picture."
"I will."
In a concise reply, Rayden suddenly turned his head to him and spoke.
"...I've always wanted to ask, do you all trust Thelon Gard so much? From what I know about him, this guy is not easy to deal with."
Grega was taken aback by his words, then grinned and quipped.
"I can see you hold quite a grudge against him."
Rayden shook his head.
