The long line of the job seekers was located at the backside of the textile factory where materials and spoils were taken into the building.
The area was crowded making it easy for them to sneak into the building, that was if they wanted to. Blake and Castiel didn't take this option because if there was an area with the most population of gang members it would start from there to the entrance to the hideout.
"This way would make the job quicker, but it is way more dangerous. So let's go through the front door and get info on the building." Blake said.
They didn't have any info about the factory's layout making it even more dangerous. So Blake left it to be the last resort if the 1st plan didn't work out.
"How sure are you that there would be info on the building's layout?" Hearing the confidence in Blake's tone, Castiel couldn't help but wonder how he was so sure.
"When I was little, whenever my dad got a job with factories he used to give me a tour where he explained how things were made." A sad smile appeared on Blake's face as he reminisced about the time his dad gave him a tour of a textile industry.
"So how does that relate with the question?" Castiel asked in confusion not having any clue about what happened to Blake's dad.
"Oh, sorry." His question made Blake snap out of it and continue his explanation. "So, whenever we enter a factory, directions to all parts of the factory are pasted on the walls to prevent workers and people from getting lost."
"Although it might not be the same as factories on earth, they should have something similar since they wouldn't want normal workers to give excuses when they are caught snooping around restricted areas." Blake explained.
They got to the entrance which was a transparent double glass door and at the other side was surprisingly a male receptionist.
"He definitely is a gang member." It didn't take a second for them to realize that the receptionist was a gang member.
The problem now was how to get in without the receptionist spotting the door opening, but first, Blake had to make sure of one thing with mana vision.
'Just like I thought, there are arrays on the door.' This meant even if they managed to somehow distract the receptionist, he will know someone entered.
The array wasn't the main problem because Blake could simply disable them, the major issue was distracting the receptionist. The only abilities that could go through and undetected was that of Castiel, but after that what else?
He couldn't use it to drain the champion-level receptionist's vitality till he passes out, because the vitality of a champion was way above that of normal humans, meaning it wouldn't go unnoticed because there was no way for him to normally fall asleep without being tired.
[Unless you decided to announce your presence which isn't not even an option or someone leaves or enters the building then you wouldn't gain access.] The system stated the obvious.
'I have a lot of mana potions with me, so we can wait and see if anyone would walk in or out.' Castiel said.
'There is no need for that. Instead of waiting for a customer, why don't we make one…' Blake said as he led Castiel back to the sewers to update Brian on the situation.
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In half an hour, Blake and Castiel had returned back to the entrance, but this time they were in a carriage with Brian.
'Tell me why I agreed to this again?' Brian asked as he stepped down from the carriage and began fixing his clothes in order to give Blake and Castiel who were invisible, time to get down before closing the door.
Walking right behind Brian, Blake and Castiel watched as he opened the door and stopped to look around the room before walking to the receptionist.
"Good Day, I would like to seek the Albert factory's expertise in picking out high-quality fabrics for designs I have in mind. If I feel the fabrics and skills are nice, I plan on giving the job to the factory." Brian proposed.
The male receptionist scanned Brian from head to toe. Seeing his weird dressing style of tight Black slacks and tunic, the receptionist knew he wasn't any normal commoner, but he sure wasn't a noble.
Still, his request and proposal weren't something someone his age could afford. So in order not to waste anyone's time, he was about to chase him out of the reception, but Brian had already sensed this and took out the royal family crest prince Bryon had given them.
Seeing the crossed flaming swords emblem, the receptionist was scared shitless as he thanked the heavens that he hadn't acted sooner.
"Kindly take a seat sir, the manager will soon be with you shortly." The male receptionist gestured for Brian to take a seat, before going to call the manager.
The royal family crest couldn't be faked, it couldn't be stolen because there were always people watching the bearers. Even if one managed to kill the bearer and steal it, not only will they only die, but it would also lead to a bloodline wipeout.
'You were right, the crest makes everything easier.' Brian was impressed by the result, it was actually easier than he thought.
'You were right, they do display directions of the factory.' Castiel said to Blake as their concentration was on the layout of the factory.
'It's still basically the same process they use on earth, so they have similar layouts.' From the layout they saw on the left side of the reception, it was easy for Blake to figure out that the production process of the factory was almost the same as that of earth.
At the top left corner was the back door where supplies and recruitments were carried out, then the storage area which connected to the fluffing and material processing area.