Carlos currently had a little frown of displeasure on his face as he wore an old tunic and dusty brown trousers along with the muddy brown boots that waited for him.
"Why am I dressed like a beggar?" He questioned looking at himself in the mirror.
"You need to fit in for getting information, if they see you as a Prince no one would talk, but if you approach like this they would feel like you're one of their own." Ruel explained.
"Is it necessary to dress like a homeless beggar for that?" Carlos made a face as he pinched the rough fabric of the tunic taking a sniff.
"This smells like horse manure." He groaned.
He heard Ruel laugh in his head before he said, "You should have as many experiences as you could. The man you're so scared of, is an expert at this, that's why he has made his own empire in shadows. If you want to gather some information you will have to take a page or two from his book."
