"The location of the Supervision Department's secret fleet," the middle-aged man said, glancing at Finn Lewis before speaking indifferently.
Finn didn't mind and just nodded, stepping aside to let the middle-aged man take his place. Without any hesitation, the man walked up to Finn's previous position and began working on the C-console.
Quickly, he entered the relevant coordinates into the battleship. Finn didn't say anything, but he felt something was off. These people seemed overly forthcoming—he just didn't know whether it was genuine openness or something else. At least, Finn had thought it would be tough to persuade them, but now it didn't seem that difficult.
The power that the Nine-Star royal family had mentioned was something Luna Starfield told Finn, but Finn thought it was nonsense. Even if there might be such a stipulation, whether it was truly effective was anybody's guess.
