"The Empire's arsenal recently developed a war chariot that can fire crossbow bolts continuously over a range of a thousand meters. The secret factory was out in the wilderness north of the city, and our Northern City Army was responsible for guarding it. One night half a month ago, a group of assassins suddenly infiltrated it, killed the Northern City Army guards and more than a dozen craftsmen, and stole the Manufacturing Plans for the chariot.
"His Majesty the King flew into a rage when he heard about it. He gave me a month to capture them and recover the Manufacturing Plans, whatever the cost. I've been worrying over it. If you can help with this matter, I guarantee you'll receive the title of baron!" Boris looked deeply troubled as he mentioned it, his hearty laughter from earlier long gone.
"Yes, I've been trying to find a solution too. If we can't capture those people and recover the Manufacturing Plans for the chariot within a month, it could affect my uncle's career!" Lawrence sighed softly, looking somewhat worried himself. Boris was someone Lawrence relied on, too. Whether he could distinguish himself in the struggle for the throne depended mainly on how much power his supporters possessed.
At present, the First Prince, Charles, wielded the greatest power and had the most supporters. Because of his illegitimate birth, Lawrence's faction was the weakest. If even his own relatives lost their positions, it would certainly affect his future standing.
After frowning in thought for a while, Han Shuo said, "It's been half a month. Could those people have already left the Imperial Capital? If they've left, trying to capture them would be like looking for a needle in a haystack!"
"They probably haven't. I reported it to His Majesty as soon as it