"I think we can wake Isabella Lindsey and ask for her thoughts."
Vermes Marley suppressed his anger, a ghastly smile of the Demon Clan's reminiscence lingered on his lips, knowing Henry Cooper wouldn't do such a thing. Then, turning around, he took Bertha Marley's hand, "Bertha, let's go see how your room is set up."
Ten minutes later.
Bertha Marley settled in the west bedroom on the opposite side, the two whispered to each other for a while, then with the attendants' escort, Vermes Marley left and returned to his own bedchamber.
Upon returning, the first thing Vermes Marley did was hurriedly go to the secret chamber behind the study room, and activate the royal palace surveillance network system he had established over many years.
This system's reach extended to every inch of the royal palace's forbidden grounds, a full 720-degree view with no blind spots!
You could see a fly's legs clearly, let alone a living stranger who barged in.
As expected.
