"Who else in the Silver Armor Guard could know these top-secret messages?"
The Vermilion Bird's gaze deepened, reminded by White Tiger that there was a traitor among his men.
"The Brooklyn Crown Prince has been at the Divine Academy for half a month, and his return is near. Alas, I need to start preparing for the Saintess' affair. It's a never-ending headache."
White Tiger strolled away with his hands behind his back.
Vermilion Bird returned to his office, calling up the daily reports of his men. Each member was required to submit daily reports detailing their whereabouts and encounters, all of which had to be on record. It was a necessary discipline among intelligence agents.
While examining one of these reports, the sensitive Vermilion Bird detected something unusual.
He hurriedly picked up the phone, "Investigate this person."
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