When the female mage returned to the Black Magic Society's secret base, her expression was grave.
Along the way, she repeatedly organized everything she had discussed with Ang, afraid of overlooking even the smallest detail.
By the time she met the Dark Archmage, she had practically repeated the entire conversation word for word.
The Archmage listened quietly without immediately stating his position, instead sending the intelligence into a crystal ball.
A moment later, a cold and sinister force projected everything into a secret chamber within the Black Magic Society.
At that moment, a Fourth-tier expert with a profound aura sat inside the chamber.
His gaze was as unfathomable as a dark pool. After observing Ang's words and demeanor, he merely snorted. "Greedy. In that case, leave him hanging."
"Let him think he has everything under control. We can see how far he gets."
The Black Magic Society had always acted cautiously and would not easily expose too many trump cards because of one person.
At the same time, they swiftly sent the news through secret internal channels to an organization under the Christian Family's plane.
Mata Plane, Christian Family grounds.
A fully armed guard hurried into the family hall and presented a tightly sealed letter with both hands.
He lowered his head slightly, urgency in his voice. "Your Grace, someone has delivered a letter."
Duke Christian, seated in the place of honor, frowned slightly. He accepted the letter and carefully opened it.
His eyes swept over the words on the page, his gaze gradually deepening before he finally let out a low sigh.
"Uncle, what does the letter say?" a young warrior beside him could not help asking.
He was the most outstanding member of the Christian Family's younger generation and had always been highly valued by Duke Christian.
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