The hall was as quiet as if a pin had dropped. The air in the corridor congealed. ‘Fort Swallow’ has fallen?! Everyone was rooted to the spot, dumbfounded. Especially little Reed! After having completed a full military plan, the ‘Fort Swallow’ he was relying on had suddenly collapsed. What kind of joke was this? I haven’t even started, and I’m already getting slapped in the face by the enemy’s Flying Dragon riders? For a moment, even with Reed’s temperament, he found it hard to remain calm. “Lord Gerard’s unusual behavior must be due to this.” Chief of Staff Sidlin sighed. “First, they sent someone to create chaos at Lord Gerard’s evening banquet.” “Then they used an undercover agent to breach Fort Swallow’s defenses.” “It truly is that bastard’s method.” “Next, it should be our port, right?” The old general cursed. However, his mind remained exceptionally clear. “Didn’t you see that Bofute was left behind?” “Lord Gerard must have made preparations.” “What we need to do is straighten out the troops, and be ready for war at any moment—didn’t you establish a few outposts outside the port previously?” “They will play a major role this time.” Having said that, the Chief of Staff closed his eyes, pondering how to stall the New Federation’s military might. Meanwhile, Vice Commissioner of Public Safety Gulate was quite different. As soon as he got into the coach, the vice commissioner couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. “The Lord has succeeded!” “Choosing the New Federation was the right decision!” “Is my time to shine!” The vice commissioner had already made up his mind. As soon as he returned home, he would send messages to all the undercover agents, ordering them into action. He had already received orders from the Lord before, but at that time, he had some hesitations. Hans Port was doomed to lose! Didn’t you see that even Gerard was utterly disconcerted? His opportunity had finally arrived! With that thought, the vice commissioner said. The coachman immediately lashed the whip vigorously. As the Vice Commissioner of Public Safety for Hans Port, Gulate lived not far from 111 Duron Street. Soon, he returned home. Without waiting for the coachman to open the door, the vice commissioner pushed open the carriage door and ran towards the study in the master bedroom. There, he had all he needed to initiate the ritual for all the undercover agents. A basin-like container. After pouring clear water into it, Gulate uttered the Dufol Language. ‘zha zha si! zha zha si!’ As the Dufol Language was spoken, Gulate directly sliced his finger. It was a very simple ritual. Just say the Dufol Language. Then, drop in a droplet of blood. Subsequently, the basin would relay responses from each undercover agent. As soon as the blood was dropped into the basin, Besides diluting, there were absolutely no other reactions. He thought he had made some mistake during his first activation of the undercover agent ritual, so he prepared to try again. After finishing the Dufol Language, blood dripped in once more. Instantly, ripples formed on the clear water in the basin. Within each ripple, there were layers of images. Gulate breathed a slight sigh of relief. There was a response. Seemingly, his error indeed laid with the first attempt. Thinking this, Gulate lowered his head to look at the ripples in the basin. But just as his face was about to get close to the water, a skeletal claw suddenly stretched out from the basin and grabbed Gulate, dragging his head into the water. Gulate struggled violently. He pushed with his hands. He kicked with his feet. But it was all in vain. About a few minutes later, after Gulate shook a few times, there was no more sound. The maid who had been waiting outside the door, after waiting a long time and past breakfast, could not help but knock on the door. The maid instinctively pushed the door.