A tall muscular man in his mid-fifties silently approached Hendrix Skylar. He was around 1.9 meters, so Hendrix had to look up at him when talking.
"Thank you for coming over on such short notice, General Jones." The old man spoke but his gaze did not leave the tiara that was encased in a glass.
"Don't worry Sec-Gen. I am really scheduled to fly into Usturia today for some other matters."
It was still early in the morning and the museum was not open yet so there were only the two of them inside the gallery.
"So you are the only person who knew the identity of the DragonLord?"
"He was my subordinate after all. I've known him for a long time. Dragon Lord actually is very pitiful. While his brother had all the glory, he was living a low-key life in the military. The year, the crown prince of Lireya got married he approached me and volunteered to lead that dangerous mission." General Jones spoke in a serious tone.
