"Order, am I coming back soon?"
Kallen tossed the Internal Bulletin in his hand onto his desk. A large pile of confidential documents lay there, not only from within the Order God Church, but also many from foreign churches.
Against the backdrop of the war in the desert, Fudeng had used Kallen's achievements in reaping heads there as a stepping stone to successfully secure authority over desert intelligence work from Church Headquarters.
This was a breakthrough. The Whip Bearer certainly would not be satisfied with a single desert. His ultimate goal was to turn the Whip of Order into an investigative agency covering the entire Church World.
Restoring the Whip of Order to its former peak standing within the church was only his first step. What he wanted was to surpass it.
In fact, the Whip of Order had always conducted intelligence work abroad. Previously, however, it had done so quietly. Now the curtain had been lifted, and it could operate openly, drawing on more of the church's resources to serve its purposes.
Thus, with Kallen's present position and standing in the Whip of Order, he could simply sit in his office and "enjoy" the intelligence network of the entire system.
Kallen picked up the ice water before him, took a sip, and asked, "What do you think?"
Alfred, Leon, and Vic were also sitting in the office.
These two young men, Leon and Vic, now seemed to be picked up and soaked in ink every day. Even their bearing was growing increasingly cold, profound, and solemn.
The platform a person stood on truly mattered to their development. On a suitable platform, these two young men were maturing visibly, like broiler chickens pumped full of hormones on a poultry farm.
Still, Kallen knew perfectly well that the same applied to