"Hold your horses," the Crown Prince said calmly. "These ruffians are somewhat linked to the [Society], and we still need them to understand the actual situation."

"Need them? Then I'll try to capture them alive," Qinlan Jiuge scratched his chin. "I don't even know where these people came from, just happened to pick the right moment... Could their target be Miss Glina?"

"No need for that, just go ahead and fight, let us see what they're capable of."

"You mean, take this chance to investigate their background?" Qinlan Jiuge was surprised. "Phil—did that gentleman foresee something?"

"You don't need to know that, but it's not entirely what the one on the chair thinks; I'm curious too."

Prince Mistofen chuckled and said:

"Director Qinlan Jiuge, wait for my order before you make a move."

The next moment, the Evil Spirit concluded, and the gray, dim building instantly returned to its original color.

"Everyone prepare—"

Qinlan Jiuge was about to shout, but the prince raised his hand to stop him, and said calmly:

"Deploy your formations right here, don't show aggressiveness."

"Ah?" Qinlan Jiuge was taken aback, then repeated: "Uh—there might be hostages in their hands; deploy in place, spread the positions, weapons on standby."

The Empire's enforcement teams harbored no doubts and faced forward, moving quickly with small steps, beginning to spread out.

Just then, the door of the Underwater Abyss Bureau building slowly opened.

Clack, clack, clack...

In the corridors, the sound of metal boots hitting the ground became increasingly clear.

"They're coming out," Mistofen nodded. "Let's see who exactly you are."

As he spoke, it was as if the figure in the corridor heard him. Standing still, his upper body was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to discern, except that he was a strong, armored man.

Before anyone could see that figure, the man raised his hand and gently wiped the ring on his middle finger.

The next moment, a fierce and violent aura surged forth, accompanied by a peculiar sweet and metallic smell—

"Is this... Ether Blood?"

Mistofen raised an eyebrow.

"Ether Blood?" Qinlan Jiuge was baffled.

"Looks like we know who the enemy is now."

"Uh, wait, Your Highness, where are you going?"

Mistofen understood and actively stood up, separating the group of warriors, walked to the front of the team, facing the man half-engulfed in darkness, set up a one-on-one Mind Communication, and started dialoguing with him:

"Citizens of the [Secret Society], can you state your identity and intentions?"

「[Blacksmith]—Leoz.」

Leoz said calmly.

"Leoz, huh? Too proud to show your real name, just throwing a common name?"

「Gives you something to call me.」

Leoz spoke:

「I don't want a conflict; you should know not all Secret Citizens desire disputes with the Narrative Civilization. I follow [Scholar] Lyle Sventler, Speaker. If it weren't for you capturing our comrades, I wouldn't have acted.」

"Comrades? I see, so Land Loyd is one of yours."

Mistofen chuckled, deliberately going along with him:

"Then Glina Swirl, are you planning to use her as a hostage?"

[As expected, they're definitely sent by the Philosopher King.]

Leoz nodded, contemplating:

[The events from the past few days must've exposed something, the Philosopher King is truly omniscient, knowing even a fraction of the secret knowledge—yet this works perfectly, allowing me to reveal the secrets to them.]

The Philosopher King's prescience was within Leoz's foresight.

「We will take Glina and dive into Submergence Starry Abyss together. If you're uneasy, you can let the Director next to you, Kappa (10), accompany us.」

Leoz said calmly:

「There's no harm in this for you; being attacked by the strongest [Secret Society] isn't disgraceful.」

"Is that so... one of the strongest [Societies]."

「There's no other. If three Speakers could unite in leadership, Secret would be invincible, even the one who has my namesake, Leoz, was defeated by Gaia.」

"This is the first time I've heard of this."

Mistofen realized Leoz was conveying information, immediately becoming serious, and engaged in exchange with Leoz.

"Where do you come from?"

「Earth. A parallel Otherworld universe distinct from Starry Abyss. Earth has countless projection worlds. Its culture bears strong influence. We commonly use English for communication, a language easy to learn, consisting of 26 letters...」

"Can you teach me English?"

「No problem, I also have some general knowledge of Earth's culture here, don't worry, this won't infect your minds...」

"I heard the Outer Society and Secret Society have divided up a large society, is this true?"

「You're referring to [High Court Society] right? I have extensive documentation to prove it.」

"I have more questions here..."

「I have answers...」

Thus, in the back-and-forth exchange, Leoz divulged all secret information completely.

「Try not to leak it.」

Leoz reminded:

「You must not spread it externally, or our mystery will be damaged. You must not deliberately search for numerous C3 Luca Type Aliens, they might include Earth sympathizers eager to join Secret, and you certainly must not use the fog lamps invented by Goddess Charlgarnia to block Ether Blood, as this would disable its toxicity...」

[Hunter King] simulated Ether Blood, and Leoz often utilized this one-way intranet, searching and learning Secret common knowledge.

Even the toxic, decaying processes and synthetic methods of the Ether, he obtained fog lamp blueprints from Severston, packaging it all and delivering it to the other party.

By now, Mistofen undoubtedly understood Leoz and his group's intentions.

Whether Land Loyd is a Secret Citizen of Poison Blood or an internal agent is no longer important; Leoz's message is clear: he isn't, but now he must be.

He has tactfully informed him that two mercenaries have been dealt with and can be used to claim public credit.

But no matter what, Leoz cannot accept Glina being disparaged.

While unsure why, Leoz and his group must rely on Glina Swirl to dive into Submergence Starry Abyss and still maintain her reputation.

Considering Glina Swirl's status, maybe there's something planned on the Deities' side.

... Since they've given so much invaluable information, let's turn a blind eye.

From now on, [Secret Society] holds no mystery before the Narrative Civilization.

"Director Qinlan Jiuge. How much longer until Omega's reinforcements arrive?"

"Three minutes." Qinlan Jiuge grew tense. "Is the enemy very strong?"

"No, not strong. But ridiculously strong; Omega can't match them, but you can."

Before Qinlan Jiuge could understand the actual meaning of this sentence, Mistofen suddenly said:

"Strike."

Mistofen's eyes shone brightly:

"Beat them to a pulp, but ensure they don't die."

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