"Lord Blas, I apologize for my straightforwardness. However, we don't even know which terrorist group attacked the city, let alone where they brought Shye Crowley. How would we rescue him?" One of Blas' aides said with a hint of disappointment.
He had always respected his city lord in the past for his calmness.
Yet, at this very moment, there was no trace of the calm city lord he idolized.
Blas was embarrassing them in front of the WAA representative.
"There must be tracks somewhere! What will the world, or the city, think of me if we don't find them? We have to bring Crowley back at all costs!" Blas exclaimed in desperation.
The once respectable man indeed looked stupid at this moment, and the WAA representative couldn't help but intervene while shaking his head.
