The Chairman of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce, Grock, rushed in, drenched in sweat and filled with despair.
"Mr. Night Song...where are your people? We can't keep them waiting any longer. Now is the time to act! Didn't you say you planted some pieces in Black Wind Castle? What are you waiting for?"
Looking at Grock, who was wailing like a dying dog, Night Song's indifferent eyes carried a trace of scrutiny.
"We did indeed plant some pieces in Black Wind Castle, but they were meant to incite this chaos, and now this chaos has clearly spiraled out of our control."
Grock was stunned on the spot, staring at him in a daze, his mouth open but unable to utter a word.
"Then...what do we do?"
"Hmm, what to do indeed."
Night Song repeated the question thoughtfully, then his gaze fell on Grock.
In an instant, Grock felt as if the blood in his entire body had frozen, and he trembled uncontrollably, a chill creeping over him.
