There was no urging, no hinting, not even a mention of the words "come back." The entire letter was a report on the situation.
Things in the Royal Capital were even more chaotic. The old king's body would not last through this winter. Several royal princes were openly and covertly fighting one another, while the treasury had run dry to the point that even the palace guards' wages could not be paid.
The Iris Family had secretly taken over security in the eastern and northern districts of the Royal Capital, but Old Ford had not made his move. He merely said, "The time has not yet come."
In the final paragraph of the letter, Old Ford wrote: Red Leaf Manor was gathering everything related to the fifth tier with all its strength. The first batch of results was enclosed with the letter—not much, but all genuine goods. If anything was needed, write directly and specify the requirements.
Su Li set down the letter and picked up the list.
Two fragments of fifth-tier armor.
They had come from an auction of relics left behind by a fifth-tier knight three hundred years ago. Old Ford had bought them for six thousand Gold Coins.
An old rubbing of the palace array's core diagram. This made Su Li's fingers pause on the paper for two seconds.
Four bottles of high-grade restoration potion, special supplies from the Royal Capital's alchemy workshop—items unavailable on the market.
The final item was marked "urgent": The goods had already been delivered to Silver Crown City with the courier and were stored in the Elven Merchant Association's transfer warehouse. Collect them with this letter.
Elena pulled the list from Su Li's hand and read it over again.
"He's stopped urging me." Her tone was flat.
"He stopped because he figured