"Young master, are you still reading the report on the Underground City?"
Inside the carriage, the maid Lillian picked up a piece of fruit from the plate, tasted it, then picked up another and fed it to Fa'er, whose eyes remained fixed on the documents.
Without lifting his head, Fa'er replied:
"It's not about the Underground City. After the Demon Tide, the reports submitted from Dumb Wind Town are scarce and perfunctory.
I've finished reading them all, and there's not much useful information. I'll have to investigate in person after taking office.
As for what I'm reading now, it's a report on recent Demon Race spy activities."
"Demon Race spy activities?" Lillian tilted her head in confusion, "Isn't the Branch President of the Guild responsible for this?"
"Typically, it's the responsibility of the nobles and the Church, but given the current situation, who can say for certain?
