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    With those final instructions, he hastily departed from the room.


    After his footsteps faded, I yanked the covering from my face and turned to Jett with incredulous eyes. “You haven’t the slightest idea what this mysterious illness actually is. How could youmit yourself so confidently?”


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    “Didn’t you catch that?” Jett asked, a knowing smile ying at the corners of his lips as he studied me.


    “Catch what?” I frowned, utterly baffled.


    His grin deepened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “That middle-aged man—he has something rather distinctive about him. I figured you, of all people, would have noticed.”


    I blinked, caught off guard by his remark. Turning the thought over in my mind, I eventually shook my head. “He just seemed like your typical butler from some wealthy home—nothing out of the ordinary.”


    Jett let out a soft chuckle, waving his long fingers through the air as if dismissing myck of observation. “You really ought to sharpen your eyes.”


    Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “That man is wearing a badge that signifies he is from the mayor’s residence in Marehelm.”


    “What?” My eyes widened in disbelief. “How in the world did I miss that?”


    Jett arched an eyebrow, looking all too pleased with himself. “I caught sight of it yesterday. The staff and guards at the mayor’s residence all wear those specially crafted badges. My guess? The ‘master’ he spoke of is none other than Dayton, the mayor himself.”


    “You never fail to amaze me!” I admitted, genuinely impressed by Jett’s sharp attention to detail. But as my admiration faded, worry slithered into its ce. “Are you sure you can actually cure Dayton’s peculiar illness? I’d rather notnd us both in hot water.”


    Jett smirked and shot me a confident wink. “Rx! A wizard like me dabbles in medicine too. Judging from the symptoms that butler described, it sounds like Dayton might be under the influence of a magic potion. Once we pinpoint the exact cause, reversing it should be a walk in the park. And if we y our cards right, this could be our golden ticket into the werewolf forest.”


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    His words offered a sliver of relief, and I gave a hesitant nod.


    After finding a spot to settle, Jett buried himself in the heap of herbs, concentrating on crafting a disguise potion while I anxiously helped, passing him tools and offering assistance whenever necessary.


    Time became a blur, but atst, Jett held up a small ss bottle, its crystal-clear liquid glistening under the dim light. With unmistakable triumph in his voice, he announced, “It’s done!”


    ted, I wasted no time following his lead, dabbing the potion onto my face. A tingling numbness spread across my skin, and when I turned to Jett, he lookedpletely unrecognizable. If we were dropped into a bustling crowd, we would blend in like shadows at dusk.


    With our disguises in ce and our belongings packed, we made our way to the designated meeting point.


    The moment the middle-aged man saw our faces, he finally rxed, his wary eyes softening. Without further ado, he led us through winding streets until we arrived before a grand mansion.


    Just as Jett had predicted—it was the mayor’s residence.


    The moment we stepped through the gates, a squad of guards swiftly surrounded us, conducting a meticulous search to ensure we carried nothing remotely threatening. Only once they were satisfied did they allow us to proceed.


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