On the morning of September 14th, several new Magic Mirrors had been installed on the walls of Iowa Castle's Communication Room. Wendy and Jiling stood guard in the room, ensuring the various magic patterns functioned properly and communications remained clear, while Landen sat behind them, staring at the mirrors.
Suddenly, one of the Magic Mirrors lit up. Jiling said, "My lord, we've made contact with Knight Enkris!"
Sure enough, Enkris Gallop's face appeared on the mirror. He had remained at the slave camp, and the moment he saw Landen, he hurriedly said:
"Lord Landen, two groups tried to storm the camp last night. The first was a gang of bandits controlled by Beastmen, led by a Minotaur. They were subdued by Lord Blaze..."
"Lady Yawenni defeated the second group. They were mercenaries from the Blue Lion Family and the White Tree Family."
Landen nodded, highly satisfied with the outcome. "You've worked hard. Where is Yawenni?"
"She..." Enkris showed a trace of hesitation. "Lady Yawenni summoned five wyverns and took Neil straight toward White Tree City."
"Ah..." Landen let out a long sigh. Sure enough, the ones who understood the Imperial Capital's ways best were still the great nobles of each region. They had cooperated and struggled against one another for nearly a thousand years; merely by seeing how the other side deployed its forces, they could tell what they intended to do.
McLaren had been in a hurry to contact Landen last night, assuring him that Denver would be stripped of his viscount title first thing in the morning. Clearly, the Legends had long known about Denver's little affairs. They simply could not be bothered to intervene because too many nobles were involved.
Yet he also knew that once Yawenni caught the scent, she would certainly pursue it to the