The cabin fell silent again.
The Prophet could locate the Second Prince, but now where to find the Prophet.
After a while, the cloaked figure in the lead spoke, "Contact the informants in the city, and once we have the target's location confirmed, we'll arrange the next steps."
The others did not respond.
It was quite some time before someone finally spoke, "If the intelligence is this ridiculous next time, I will leave immediately."
"Don't worry, this won't happen again," the leader replied.
Everyone nodded and said no more.
In the corner, Viola slightly lifted her gaze, sweeping her eyes across everyone in the room, then wrapped herself in her cloak and closed her eyes to rest.
Mentioning the Prophet brought to mind Gold and Silver Island.
This damned profession was more troublesome than imagined.
Ever since the plan at Gold and Silver Island had failed, one could occasionally feel being watched.
