A Motley Crew

Just as Benjamin was preparing to return to the Royal Palace, the system suddenly spoke up. "Wait... it looks like some more assorted riffraff have slipped into the city. Go clean them up."

"..."

Although the system's tone annoyed Benjamin somewhat, it would indeed be troublesome if more spies had infiltrated Regina. Therefore, he did not lose his temper. Instead, he questioned the system for their numbers and locations.

Eliminating undercover agents—he would not trust anyone else with something like that. He might as well do it himself.

The system gave him a total of five people, scattered throughout Regina. The city was still somewhat chaotic at the moment, making it much easier for outsiders to sneak in. There was nothing surprising about The Church sending more spies.

However, Benjamin soon discovered that not all of the "assorted riffraff" identified by the system came from The Church.

"The first, the second... judging from the letters on their persons, the first four are undoubtedly Church spies. But this fifth one, he absolutely cannot be one of The Church's people."

After silently disposing of The Church's informants, he finally arrived beside a narrow alley. Watching the last old man walking down a rugged path, he said this.

"I never said he was from The Church." The system spoke lazily. "I told you, assorted riffraff. This one should be a Mind Arts practitioner from the Overseas Sect. His mental-power signature is very obvious."

"What would someone from the Overseas Sect be doing here at a time like this?"

"Who knows?"

Benjamin stroked his chin. During such a sensitive time, any unusual sign might conceal a terrifying conspiracy. He did not dare take it lightly. Still, sensing from this distance, he felt that the old man's mental power was no weaker than that priest