Hail the King

This young man was one of the leaders of the [Letter Office], the intelligence network that was rumored to be in every corner of the continent, and he was [Young Man] Modric.

This secret underground chamber was the [Letter Office]’s headquarters in St. Petersburg.

“Combine and activate the super-long-distance teleportation array. We need to move all the items and documents back to Chambord. [Cold Blood Nine Eagles], you guys execute this plan and don’t make any mistakes.”

Modric’s calm gaze contained a shocking power. Although his strength wasn’t high, the Moon-Class Elites before him all listened to his commands and respected his status.

“As you wish, Sir!”

The nine eagle-like Moon-Class Elites single-kneeled and bowed at Modric respectfully. Then, they turned around and started to organize everything in the secret chamber with more than 100 warriors.

“Keke, Woods, and Burrent, you three manage and execute the [Hidden Thorn Plan]. Now that St. Petersburg being conquered is set in stone, we need to place many hidden thorns in the city. Even with Barcelonans occupying this place, the [Letter Office] needs to make sure that everything happening in the city will be passed back to Chambord as soon as possible,” Modric said to three Moon-Class Elites.

“As you wish, Sir!” The three Moon-Class Elites single-kneeled and bowed.

“The [Hidden Throne Plan] is extremely dangerous. The family of every brother who is involved will get 1,000 gold coins as compensation. If a brother unfortunately… his family will receive three times the compensation,” Modric said slowly.

“Thank you for your generosity, Sir!” Everyone in the secret chamber kneeled in unison.

“Sir, the defense wall is broken on all four sides, and Barcelonans have charged into the city. Should we organize our forces and fight back?” a Moon-Class Elite tried to suggest.

“No need.” Modric waved his hand and said, “We are an intelligence organization, not a troop. Every member of the [Letter Office] is precious. Now that the fall of St. Petersburg is irreversible, we don’t need to waste our strength. Besides…”

Modric paused and didn’t finish the last sentence. He wanted to say that the [Letter Office] only needed to be responsible to Alexander His Majesty. In terms of the Royal Family of Zenit…

Everyone was selfish to a certain degree, and Modric was no different. The [Letter Office] was grown to this size after the king spent a ton of energy, resources, wealth, and labor on it. Therefore, Modric didn’t want to see the organization drastically weaken for no reason.

“Let’s move!”

Modric ordered, and all the warriors and mages in the secret chamber started to take action in an orderly fashion.

Compared to the outside world, everyone in the secret underground chamber didn’t look nervous. They all looked focused and dedicated.

Modric returned to his chair, and he opened a scroll and started to read it. While frowning, he took in the information and pondered. It felt like all the shaking above the ground had nothing to do with what was happening here.

…

“Yassin, the offer that I gave you the other day is still valid. If you are willing to surrender, you can still become one of the top ten generals of Barcelona. Emperor Guardiola is very fond of you,” Demi-God Busquets of Barcelona said slowly.

After being surrounded by four demi-gods, it seemed like Emperor Yassin was going to be defeated for sure. It even looked difficult for him to get away.