"After Breen pushed for the formation of the Joint Force, we discussed that plan. Adam, carry it out—"
Voldemort spoke softly.
"Those prisoners in Oxta will be under your control. I hope you can teach Breen a lesson."
"I will give it my all and do my utmost not to disappoint you, revered Dark Lord!"
Adam trembled slightly, a flush of excitement rising in his eyes.
That plan—
Quite a few Death Eaters on both sides of the long table looked intrigued.
Severus and Lucius both felt a surge of wariness.
It seemed the Dark Lord intended to do something in response to Amosta's aggressive pressure, but he did not intend to involve the Death Eaters in the plan. Instead, he planned to use Oxta's prisoners.
Why?
Did Voldemort believe there were traitors among the Death Eaters, or did he think that they, wizards mostly from Britain's pure-blood families, would not dare offend Breen too deeply?
Or was the mission too dangerous, and Voldemort did not wish to sacrifice Death Eaters whose loyalty was more certain?
Lucius and Severus were both considering these questions, but neither could show the slightest abnormality.
The tasks Voldemort assigned to the Death Eaters were all independent of one another. Asking questions was an ironclad taboo.
Otherwise, they would immediately draw Voldemort's suspicion.
"Master, I am also willing to deal with Breen for you!"
Bellatrix raised a hand and gazed fanatically at Voldemort at the head of the table.
"You are also willing to deal with Breen for me?"
Voldemort echoed Bellatrix's words, tilting his head slightly to one side as he examined her.
"Coming from your mouth, those words carry extraordinary meaning, Bellatrix."
Bellatrix, with her black hair and puffy eyelids, flushed scarlet at once. Her eyes brimmed with joyful tears.
"But I'm afraid