Backlund, Hillston District. Inside a relatively intact house, a handsome young man with red hair lounged leisurely in an armchair, reading newspaper reports about the war and occasionally letting out a soft chuckle that sounded both mocking and pleased.
Suddenly, an ordinary-looking young man in common clothing slowly emerged from the shadows of the room, smiling at the young man in the chair.
His left hand kept tossing an object into the air. It was a strange crown covered in rust and bloodstains.
Before the red-haired young man could speak, the young man took out a crystal monocle and put it over his left eye.
"Heh..." The red-haired young man gave a disdainful snort, but the next second, the young man removed the monocle, shifted it to his right eye, and said with an unmistakable smile:
"Sorry, I put it on the wrong side just now."
The atmosphere in the room instantly became deathly still. Even the gently rocking armchair froze. After a brief silence, the red-haired young man slightly raised his upper body.
"Oh, little raven."
Without waiting for the young man opposite him to respond, he continued:
"You actually took that thing out so openly. Aren't you underestimating me a little too much? What, are you a postman here specifically to deliver Extraordinary Materials to me?"
"Oh, I get it. The intelligence from before has been verified, right? So, how about it? Have you decided to cooperate?"
"Where is Pallez?" Ammon ignored the provocation. Seeing this, Medici's lips curled upward as he said mockingly:
"Oh, how did you know that I knew where he was?"
"I originally thought that was just one of your tricks, but it seems they really are in contact." Ammon adjusted his monocle, while Medici's smile grew even more wanton.
"Oh, what do I