Intelligence

Abel had been living a very peaceful life these past few days. Although wizard organizations occasionally came to request that he refine potions, they always sent five sets of materials directly to the Alchemist Guild and paid the usual price for his services.

Yet while he enjoyed his peaceful life, some Elves were anything but peaceful.

In a huge office in Wanfa Imperial City, a group of red-robed enforcers crowded around a long wooden table, constantly searching through intelligence records written on parchment.

Behind the long wooden table where the red-robed enforcers worked stood row upon row of wooden cabinets that seemed to stretch endlessly. They contained the New Asia Empire's intelligence records from past years.

With a City Spirit, most affairs could originally be entrusted to it. However, experienced intelligence officers trusted data seen with their own eyes more.

Because they feared that a problem with the City Spirit might cause data to be lost, the intelligence organizations made parchment backups of all their intelligence.

The red-robed enforcers were now investigating information on every Elf living in Wanfa Imperial City. They wanted to find the slightest anomaly through the information recorded on the parchment.

The Tree of Life had spoken of an unknown danger through Abel. Although Wanfa Imperial City's movements did not seem particularly great on the surface, the entire city's Intelligence Department had already mobilized.

They had found no suspects by querying the City Spirit, which made them question the City Spirit's analysis.

They trusted the Tree of Life more. To the Elves, the Tree of Life held a position as important as the Moon Goddess.

Thus, the most experienced intelligence officers in the Intelligence Department had gathered in this room where the intelligence was stored, carefully analyzing the records from past years.

"Monty, when are we