Neuvillet was a spy, he sat in ambush as usual, waiting for his target, but there was no one and he tensed up, in the end you crept up from behind and put pistols to the back of his head with words. -No nonsense, if life is precious. Now the “victim” has become the “hunter.” The spy, in turn, just grinned. -Hah, unexpectedly, you think you defeated me so easily?