The short and stout Major General quietly watched the back of Sigler Palma. When the young man in front of him was thinking, no one dared to disturb.
The amber-colored liquor was downed in one gulp, and Sigler closed his eyes, his little finger trembling at an extremely high frequency.
This was a sign of his brain rapidly processing thoughts.
Ten seconds later, Sigler Palma opened his eyes and glanced slightly at the short and stout Major General.
"Forget it, this isn't our target. With Shuang Ming drawing attention, the next move will make less noise."
Shaking his head, Sigler Palma refocused on the most important matter at hand.
"How far has the Dragon Hunt Plan progressed?"
"We're already at the closing stages. This time, the commotion is big; the backlash from the higher-ups won't be small."
Upon hearing the Major General's report, Sigler laughed softly, "What are high-ups? The antiquated queen representing divine right? Or those hereditary nobles who refuse to advance?"
