&"You bring all the action personnel with you," the Sect Hierarch said, pulling out a firearm from beneath her robe and handing it over to Casaman with the handle facing him.
Casaman took the firearm and turned, leading the action personnel towards the basement.
Watching them descend the stairs, Hills looked at the Sect Hierarch, "Your Excellency, what do you think?"
"Casaman is indeed trustworthy. If he were a mole, we would already be in the Farolians' dungeons by now," the Sect Hierarch replied, getting up and heading to the basement with three high-ranking individuals who lacked combat abilities.
"Of course, Your Wisdom," Hills said, watching everyone leave. He then exited the room, closing the main gate behind him.
The Rongma gentleman walked through the autumn breeze and at the crossroads, he jumped onto a carriage that had stopped before him.
In the carriage, a young girl sat unsmiling.
