"Your Majesty, the last report from our people was that Aragorn and the Elf Prince Legolas arrived in the Beornings' territory. After that, our people stopped tracking them." Darian Nightblade stepped out of the shadows.
"Shadow Guard intelligence?" Roland raised an eyebrow.
"It was intelligence from Junlin!" Darian Nightblade lowered his head.
"That figures. Apophis Breo's intelligence network was established earlier than ours." Roland gave a helpless laugh.
"..." Darian Nightblade pursed his lips awkwardly, unsure how to respond. After all, Duke Junlin's intelligence network had indeed spread out much earlier.
"So those two have disappeared again?" Roland looked up and smiled at Darian Nightblade.
"Your Majesty, you said there was no need to hurry, so Junlin's people did not keep close watch. At present, we can only confirm that they entered Mirkwood." Darian Nightblade sounded embarrassed. The Junlin Family's agents had only watched them for a while. Once they left Junlin territory, all the Junlin spies withdrew. Had he known, Darian Nightblade would have had two of them remain behind to track them.
"It's fine. So what if we lost them? The Northern Territory is only so big—where could they run? Keep an eye on the Aquavia Kingdom. I have a feeling Aragorn's destination is Lagrange as well!" Roland suddenly thought of something and shook his head helplessly. He would never believe that Aragorn, who had wandered all across Mirkwood and the Northern Territory, would not drop by Lagrange when passing through. After learning of his origins, Aragorn had developed ambitions befitting a king. He was now settling himself and building up his strength. It was obvious from the positions he had held in Gondor and Rohan to temper himself. He was cultivating his political ability and strategic vision. As the best answer Middle-earth currently had, Aragorn would certainly