Sea God Island and Spirit Hall had an old grudge, but for all these years, each had kept to its own waters without troubling the other.
Now, Soul Masters from Sea God Island had taken the initiative to come ashore. That alone broke the rules, and Salas had to take it seriously.
Of course, Salas also knew that these merchants excelled at talking through their hats. Their words were not necessarily trustworthy, so he had to make sure there was nothing wrong with the source of this information.
Otherwise, if he reported it to the Papal Palace only for it to turn out to be a false alarm, his career would likely end early, and he could forget about a comfortable retirement.
When he finished speaking, the assistant beside him did not move to carry out his orders. Instead, he said directly, "My lord Bishop, his name is Chen Shi, and he is the chairman of the Hardstone Trade Association. Their association mainly buys local specialties from the coast and resells them in Heaven Dou City."
"It isn't just me. Quite a few stewards in the hall know him. The Hardstone Trade Association sells rare gemstones from the sea, and many of us have placed orders with him."
"However, the Hardstone Trade Association set out yesterday. Their chairman, oddly enough, lagged behind."
"Oh?" Salas narrowed his eyes, suspecting a trap.
But his subordinate's next words dispelled his doubts completely. "My lord Bishop, that fat bastard is infatuated with Miss Sang Yun of Clearwind House. He probably wanted to visit her before setting out."
"Besides, I've seen him pestering Miss Sang Yun backstage more than once."
In truth, subordinates who injected their own subjective opinions were the last thing a leader needed. Without that subordinate's additional remarks, Salas would not have