Chapter 759 — Intelligence
Blade of Dawn · Page 4 of 4
The plan had been running for nearly a full year now, and though it was still in its early stages, it had yielded a certain amount of results.
The power of capital is formidable, especially in an environment with weak oversight; those "investor nobles" of Typhon who had only just gotten a taste of the sweetness were all but powerless against its temptation.
In her report, Amber did not mention what was to be done about the intelligence network established within the Long Twilight Order once the mind collapsed. The reason was obvious: if the mind truly blew apart, then the Long Twilight Order... would presumably blow apart as well...
"Next... let us hope all goes smoothly on Daniel's end," Gao Yang said, leaning back in his chair, his gaze calm, his tone unhurried. "Let us hope the higher-ups on the Eternal Sleeper's side prove clever and alert."
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Typhon Empire, Aldnan, within the mages' district near the Obsidian Palace.
In the season when thick fog was beginning to rise, the already feeble sunlight slanted into the room, blocked by half-drawn curtains, leaving the chamber dim and gloomy. In a wide armchair, an old mage dressed in casual indoor clothes sat with his head bowed, dozing through the idle hours of the afternoon.
Black-haired Mary sat at a square table near her mentor, head down, diligently working through a calculus paper.
Suddenly, the sound of the apprentice turning pages and moving her pen tip stopped completely, and for a long while did not resume.
Daniel opened his eyes at once and looked toward Mary. "What is it, a problem you can't solve?"
The next second, the old mage's leisurely, indifferent expression turned grave.
He saw the black-haired apprentice sitting at the square table turn her face toward him, and that face had at some unknown point become another face entirely.
The sunlight spilling into the room through the window, and the motes of dust dancing in that sunlight, all fell still.
"Daniel," the apprentice "Mary" said, looking at the old mage, her voice faint and flat, "we have come to ask you a few things."
(Oh my god!!!!!!
My stockpile of drafts is exhausted. I am at peace with my pitiful state.
I feel like my body has been hollowed out... For the next little while I'll be back to single updates. I'll adjust, then slowly build my stockpile back up... Rest assured, once I've saved up some drafts again, there will be another stretch of consecutive double updates like this.
Finally, in light of these days of double updates, those of you with votes to spare, please cast them =.=, and everyone spread the word—those who've been letting it fatten up can start carving into it now~~~)