"Cough, cough, cough...!"
Mortis took out a silk handkerchief, wiped away the unsightly marks at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Mofulei to confirm: "Eugene is dead?"
The news was so shocking that he couldn't even taste the Delicious Level 8 Blood Jade Wine he had just swallowed.
Mofulei did not look up, simply presenting the stack of intelligence reports in her hands.
These were urgent dispatches from the Northern Border, along with the latest communication from Duke Dean, placed before the Emperor.
A group of tribal people displayed strength far beyond expectations.
Duke Eugene, who went to suppress them, was almost killed right in front of Dean.
Mutated Puki, Fungal Mat, creatures of parasitic nature, and blood race traitors who ascended through unknown means.
The Emperor carefully reviewed these reports, pausing longer on information related to Louisa.
"The Holy Scripture is actually in the Northern Territory..."
