Across from the Azure Wind's hotel, someone stood on the second floor of a small building. He had opened the window and was biting down on a cigarette, both hands braced on the sill as if enjoying the evening breeze.
As he did so, he kept watching the entrance to the hotel opposite. Before long, he saw a figure emerge. It was a young man dressed like a Loen gentleman. He quickly found a hired carriage on the street and disappeared around the corner.
"Major Sifa went out alone, without any sailors accompanying him."
After recording this information in a notebook, the Black Sails intelligence agent drew the curtains. Monitoring a Navy Major was highly unethical. If he were discovered, it could affect the target's loyalty to the Black Sails.
However, this was a relatively important juncture for the Major, so the Black Sails still dispatched intelligence agents to monitor and record his movements.
To avoid attracting the target's attention, they had sent only ordinary people without any abilities. There were plenty of people like that in Bayam—some were travelers, some were peddlers, and some were streetwalkers.
They were scattered throughout the area. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Black Sails knew the moment the Major stepped onto the dock.
The Loen people's residential district.
In front of an ordinary-looking garden house, a carriage stopped in the street, and a passenger climbed out. After paying the fare, the man raised his head slightly. Under the streetlamp, a faint scar could be seen beneath his left eye.
In the study on the second floor of the house, a middle-aged man wearing a long windbreaker with a black sailing-ship lapel pin turned toward another figure deeper inside and said, "Sir, Major Sifa has arrived."
The man had pitch-black