Chapter 429



429 Top Secret Mission

Selma Payne’s POV:

I had to admit that the Great Elder had somewhat convinced me.

To be honest, my original goal in coming to the elven territory was to hunt down the cultists and stop the appearance of Azazel. Besides, there might be another Leviathan among the demons in the modern world, so I couldn’t just let the cultists go.

Should I agree?

After weighing the pros and cons, I finally nodded. “Alright then, please follow me.”

So we followed the old and dark corridor back to the embassy.

Master Hayley and Eve were extremely vigilant when they saw the Great Elder behind me. After I explained the situation, they only lowered their hostility a little.

I ended the battle quickly as I gently absorbed some power leaking from the parchment. I immediately recognized that this power came from Azazel. It was still the same sentence. No matter how well-disguised the cake was, it could not change its taste and composition.

“But how do you make others believe you?” I returned the parchment and said, “You know I can’t testify for you.”

“I only want an answer that can make me feel at ease and do what I want to do.” The Great Elder kept the parchment and smiled slyly. “As for evidence, this piece of paper is enough. Everyone will believe me.”

I fell silent. He was right. People would believe him. It didn’t matter, even if the paper was forged. Because the evidence was not the point at all. The point was whether or not they could pull the Crown Prince down from his position.

Before the Great Elder left, I asked, “We’re still closely monitored. How should I contact you if I need to talk to you?”

“You have the key.” The Great Elder looked at the vine key in my hand. “You can use it to open any door as you wish. Behind the door will be the room we just met in. Please leave the information there. I’ll contact you as soon as I see it.”

“Can you guarantee that it’s safe there?”

“Yes, I promise… Other than the guardian spirit, no one else knows about it.”

The next day.

Early in the morning, I could hear the chaos of war outside the window. I peeked through the gap in the curtains and saw that the originally desolate streets were now packed with all sorts of transportation. Those classical horse carriages or modern sedans had family emblems of various shapes and sizes printed on them, indicating that they were from some noble or feudal lord family.

The Great Elder acted so quickly to begin the Crown Prince’s trial in such a hurry. The internal situation of the elven race was much worse than I had imagined.

“Should I send someone to inquire about the situation?” Eve asked.

I shook my head. “There’s no need. Let the elves handle their matters. We just need to know the results. If we participate too much, it will seem like we have some ulterior motives. Today will be a full martial law, and it will be difficult for our people to sneak in.”

Now, it was our turn to watch the show.

The embassy’s location wasn’t cheap, and the towering palace could be seen in the distance. All morning, we watched the cars come and go on the street.

The soldiers on this side were wearing the Crown Prince’s armband, while the soldiers on the other were wearing feathers from an unknown force. Both sides were at daggers drawn and almost started fighting. At this time, a few more groups of people from unknown forces arrived. The several sides were in a deadlock, and in the end, they dispersed.

This was much more interesting than the boring soap operas on TV.

People had temporarily forgotten that a group of foreign visitors like us was in the embassy. Most of the spies around the embassy had also left. The Crown Prince would not surrender so easily. There was still a lot to happen.

At noon, I received a regular message from the Spring Rain Pack.

“Spring Rain Pack is under martial law?” I frowned and felt that something was wrong. “What happened? Why didn’t the intelligence report mention anything? Also, why did the military use Jordin’s seal when they sent out the news? Where’s Aldrich?”

I immediately motioned for the intelligence personnel to call Spring Rain Pack back, and it was Jordin who picked up the phone.

“Good afternoon, Your Highness.” Jordin looked a little tired.

“What happened, Jordin? Why do you look so haggard?” I asked worriedly, “Is the Spring Rain Pack okay? Why is it suddenly under martial law? Where’s Aldrich? Are you the one taking over the Army temporarily? What’s he doing?”

“Let me tell you slowly. I’m sorry, I’m a little dizzy now.” The dark circles under Jordin’s eyes were almost wider than her own. “A full martial law is a measure in the plan. Because we haven’t found any traces of the cultists for many days, the palace has decided to use this method to ensure the security of the Spring Rain Pack after some discussion.

“As for General Aldrich, he was suddenly sent to solve a top-secret mission. This matter concerns mankind and is considered the highest level of secret. The contents of the mission are only known to His Majesty and General Aldrich. I’m sorry I can’t answer you. The army stationed in Spring Rain Pack is now remotely taken over by the palace, and I took up the position as the temporary commander. To be honest, this is really a torturous job. I’m glad my uncle and aunt sent me to the palace instead of the army.”

I could understand why the Spring Rain Pack was on full alert, but Aldrich was suddenly transferred to a top-secret mission? Or a mission related to humans that only he and my father knew about?