After a short while, Han Yu stepped away.
Asking directly about the mining operation was not an option.
If he questioned a clerk about mining operations, it would immediately raise red flags. How did he know about them? Why was he interested?
In the Blood Sect, curiosity was a liability.
Han Yu exited the Mission Hall and paused at the top of the steps, the cold wind brushing against his robes.
"So I wait," he murmured.
'Or I create my own opening.'
His thoughts shifted again, gears turning.
There were other paths.
He was now an Apprentice Puppet Artisan with an exceptional record. Puppet specialists were valuable. Mining operations used puppets extensively. Load carriers. Excavators. Precision manipulators.
Maintenance would be required constantly.
If he positioned himself correctly, he could be assigned to service puppets at the mines.
That would get him close.
Close enough to observe.
Close enough to gather information.
Close enough to see the seals.
