This beautiful young woman, though from an ordinary family, displayed surprising calmness in the face of death, even sporting a beautiful smile. Holding a gleaming longsword, she softly said, "General Sutton, don't waste the Empire's experts' time and energy on an insignificant woman like me..."
"Madam?" Sutton asked in surprise, "But you're alone..."
The young woman shook her head slightly, her gentle facial features tracing a composed curve. "With a master like Lord Alexander to care for my son, I have no regrets in this life. The warriors of the Empire should not forfeit their Glory in battle to protect an insignificant woman like me who has fled... My lords, please fight with confidence!"
After saying this, he drew his sword and committed suicide, blood splattering five steps away.
A beautiful woman, her life tragically cut short.
No one expected her to be so resolute and to choose to do this.
This young woman's life was quite ordinary, without any particularly remarkable achievements.
After she dies, few people besides her family will remember her.
Even until her death, she was unaware that her son, Luffy, had sunk to the bottom of the cold, icy sea along with the King Alexander during the Battle of Byzantium Port long ago, his fate unknown.
This utterly ordinary woman ended her life, as beautiful as a flower, in the most heart-wrenching way.
Because she knew that if she fell into the hands of the Barcelona people, any Zenit woman would suffer a fate worse than death.
Sutton stood there for a long time before letting out a soft sigh. He slammed his palm into the ground, creating a deep crater to bury the woman's body. He then turned and jumped onto the back of the wolf-beast, shouting, "Fight!" before transforming into a streak of light and flying towards the area with the most people in Barcelona at the South Gate.
More than fifty disciples of Martial Saint Mountain stood solemnly, their eyes flashing with furious flames. They had all donned armor, carried long swords, and their bodies shimmered with the light of Dou Qi aura. Like leaping stars, they charged down Martial Saint Mountain and rushed towards the direction of Thousands.
In the capital city, there was a rather inconspicuous residential building.
It's an ordinary courtyard-style building, only slightly larger than the surrounding courtyards.
Compared to the chaos and panic in the surrounding courtyards, this courtyard was unusually calm. In the shadows of the courtyard stood a dozen warriors dressed in dark armor, their expressions showing a hint of vigilance. They blended into the shadows like statues, watching the movements around them.
Inside this main house, even with lights on, only a dozen or so black-armored warriors guarded it.
A magic circle pattern, extremely difficult to detect, appeared intermittently on the bluestone slab on the ground.
The magic circle leads to a secret chamber about a hundred meters above the ground.
The place was extremely spacious, at least the size of a football field, with various cabinets, files, weapons, and other dazzling and intricately arranged items.
Of course, there were also two or three hundred solemn-looking warriors and mages with considerable presence.
Then there were the thirteen warriors standing at the very front, their figures as firm as an abyss, their auras calm and unwavering, all possessing strength above the Moon Class, making them formidable figures in their own right.
Opposite these people, a young man, only about twenty years old, slender, handsome, with long golden hair that softly cascaded down his ears, exuding an air of strategic planning and composure, quietly finished reading the last file in front of him and sighed softly.
This young man was none other Modrić, one of the controllers of the " Letters and Visits Office," an intelligence agency known for its pervasive reach Northern Region Continent.
This secret underground space is the headquarters of the [ Letters and Visits Office ] located in the capital city.
"Activate the [ Ultra-Long-Distance Teleport Magic Array ] to transport all the documents and evidence here back to Chambord City. Cold-Blooded Nine Eagles, with the nine of you carrying out this plan, there can be no mistakes."
Modrić's calm gaze carried a terrifying power. Although his strength was not high, the dozen or so Moon Class experts before him were completely submissive.
"Yes, sir."
Nine powerful Moon Class warriors, as sharp as eagles and falcons, knelt on one knee, bowed respectfully, and then turned to lead more than a hundred warriors to begin moving and organizing various items and files within the space.
" Koko, Woods, Brent, the three of you will be in charge of executing [ Hidden Thorn Plan ]. Since the fall of the capital is inevitable, we must try to plant assassins here. Even if the Barcelona people occupy this place, the [ Letters and Visits Office ] must ensure that all movements in the capital can be reported back to Chambord City as soon as possible."
Modrić addressed the other three Moon Class experts.
"Yes, sir." The three knelt and bowed.
"[ Hidden Thorn Plan ] is extremely dangerous. Each brother who participates in this project will receive a thousand gold coins as a resettlement allowance for their family. If they are unfortunate during the event... they will also receive a compensation payment of three times the amount," Modrić said slowly.
"Your Excellency is merciful, thank you very much." The others all knelt on the ground in unison.
"My lord, the city walls have been breached, and the Barcelona people have stormed into the capital. Should we organize our forces to Resist?" a Moon Class expert suggested.
"No need." Modrić waved his hand. "We are an intelligence agency, not a combat army. Every member's life is precious. The fall of the capital is irreversible; there's no need to waste our resources. Besides... besides..."
Modrić paused before finishing his last sentence.
What he originally wanted to say was that, moreover, the [ Letters and Visits Office ] only needs to be accountable to His Alexander. As for the Zenit Imperial Family... everyone has selfish desires, Modrić is no exception. The [ Letters and Visits Office ] has come to where it is today thanks to the immense effort, resources, manpower, and financial resources His King has invested, and it should not suffer losses because of this.
"Action."
At Modrić's command, the warriors and mages throughout the underground space began to operate in an orderly manner.
Compared to the panic and helplessness outside, the faces of everyone here showed no sign of tension, only seriousness and focus.
Modrić sat back down in his chair, unfurled a scroll in front of him, and began to examine it calmly. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and he stared into deep thought, as if the constant tremors coming from the ground had absolutely nothing to do with this place.
" Yassin, my promise from many days ago still stands. If you wish to vote, you will still have a place in the ranking of Barcelona's top ten players. Emperor Guardiola has always greatly admired you."
"Barcelona's Demigod Busquets spoke slowly."
Surrounded by four enemy Demigod, Emperor Yassin seemed to be in a hopeless situation, with even escaping proving difficult.
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