Backlund Navy General Affairs Office.
Colonel Sturker sat in his office, smoking a cigar as he took out a file.
He pulled out the file, looked at the photograph inside, and blew out a ring of smoke.
"Young people these days are truly frightening. In less than a year, he's risen from Major to Lieutenant General."
"Last time we met, he still had to call me sir."
"Now, if I see him, I'll have to call him General."
The burly Colonel, towering like a small mountain, sighed and set the file on the desk.
The photograph in the file showed a young man. Beneath his messy black hair, his dark green, almost black eyes held a faint smile. Beneath his left eye was a pale scar, like a tear stain.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
A woman pushed open the door. She was the Colonel's assistant. Colonel Sturker rose to his feet and straightened his clothes. "Please help me sort through the files, Miss Lola."
"I have to leave early today. There's a banquet tonight that I need to attend, so sorry for the trouble."
The female assistant smiled. "No problem. Leave it to me, Colonel."
East Borough.
It was already afternoon.
Du Wei, the Seer, was drenched in sweat as he looked at the shabby orphanage before him. "It should be here."
He had repeatedly used Wand Search Divination, but he had been misled and interfered with along the way. Clearly, the target he was tracking had experience and methods for dealing with divination.
This had made the pursuit drag on for a long time. Du Wei now did not dare look at his companions' faces. Their expressions clearly told the fat man that they had run out of patience.
"Should be?"
The thin-faced, middle-aged