Warlord

The elder from the Hall of Heroic Spirits easily opened the secret mail of his rival group. However, there wasn’t the slightest bit of surprise in his eyes. He believed that the Dark Council would be able to sell out this method of infiltrating their opponents. However, just like how he was unable to obtain the information regarding the highest authority from the Dark Council’s Cabinet, it was impossible for the other party to obtain all the important information from the Heroic Spirit Hall.

On the contrary, they who were in power had to distinguish the truth from the opponent’s information. There had been no lack of false information from the enemy’s spies in the thirty years of peace, which had led to miscalculations.

However, the order letter that the old man had seen did not seem to contain any fraud.

He picked up the phone on his desk, pressed a call button, and said, “Ask Valkyrie to come to my study.”

On the other end of the line, a gentle female voice said, “As you command, Sir Douglas.”

The old man put down the phone. He stood up and faced the huge French windows. His gaze passed through them and rested on the white world outside. The snow reflected off the natural light onto his face. It was a wrinkled face with a rosy, alcoholic nose. If it weren’t for the pair of eyes that were glinting with a cold light, he would be like an ordinary old man.

But more importantly, he was the drunkard and monster hunter that Zero had seen in Remter … Ben!

While Ben was thinking about something, the door to the study knocked three times. Then, the door to the study was pushed open, and a blue-haired woman in a long Victorian dress walked in.

Under her long blue hair was an exquisite face, as if it was the work of a top painter. Her facial features were as beautiful as a painting. Although the woman was beautiful, she was not weak. On the contrary, she carried a heroic spirit that was neutral.