The "pieces" sent to the Red Tide in recent years have almost been completely wiped out.
Some were absorbed and became Louis' confidants; some were estranged and couldn't gather any core information; some lost contact and didn't even send reports... their lives are unknown.
The entire Red Tide is like a tightly sealed iron barrel, even his feelers couldn't get through.
"Is it because you're too clever?" he murmured, staring down at the letter, his expression complex.
He folded the letter and slowly threw it into the fire.
The flames licked the letter, turning word by word into ashes.
Watching the words burn little by little, Duke Calvin's lips curled into a faint, cold smile: "Want to break free from the family? Don't forget who paved the road for you."
His tone carried a hint of sarcasm, yet couldn't hide a certain faint... pleasure.
