In the basement, Semyr, Fern and Walsh were sitting around the round table, with a communicator in the center connecting Mark Darren's study.

Bechimo was lying on the bed next to him, still affected by the hourglass.

"Donald Grant, this is the latest candidate to join. This person comes from Puston, North Hackshire, and is controlled by the Justice Sect. He is now a wizard in the Azus Sect. His parents have the Golden Ring of the Azus Sect. His identity is unknown. He is sending people to investigate. He has outstanding abilities. In the new airship incident, he killed a dominant powerhouse of the Saints Association. He helped me escape the siege. He can basically confirm that he is not a Saints Association. He has very little contact with Demingham, not to mention that he is a government official, although he is in the Extraordinary Bureau, he is just a newly-employed lowest-level investigator."

Mark Darren's voice paused for a while, and he could hear the creaking sound of the study door opening, and it took a while to continue.

"The intelligence also shows that the team that Donald Grant is involved in is the team where Walsh's son is. If you have the chance, you may ask Horn's opinion of him."

The other three people on the round table focused on Walsh.

Phil Porter is not his real name, and his appearance is naturally fake now.

Walsh's full name: Walsh Shelley!

"It's too hasty to choose people like this. The identities and origins of these people have not been found out. Who can guarantee their reliability? After all, this is a plan related to the future of the empire... I don't recommend that outsiders implement it. If an accident occurs along the way, all the efforts of these years will be wasted. At such a huge price, it is impossible to have a chance to start over."

Fern tapped the table in front of him without rhythm. After listening to Mark Darren's report, he said without hesitation.

"No, what we need is this uncertainty. At the beginning of the formulation, this plan had decided that no one could know the inside story except for us and the big figures in the imperial capital. Even in the Imperial Intelligence Bureau, this plan itself does not exist. No matter who asks about it in the future, all the layout and planning in the plan are just the personal actions of us and have nothing to do with the Empire. Therefore, it is impossible for the Imperial Capital to send people to support us."

Semyel said, noticing that Fern still had some emotions on his face, and then explained,

"We have not trained some people secretly before, but only one of these people meet our requirements, and the rest are all inferior. We have no time to train a second person anymore. We must choose from the outside world. We must know that this plan itself is a risk and there is no foolproof statement."

"I agree with Semyre that if you want to accomplish great things, you have to take risks. If Donald Grant does have the courage and strength to kill the dominant alien on the new airship, he will have the qualifications... If I can find another similar one, I will even let Horn retreat..."

Porsh glanced at Bechimo next to him, and talked about Horn, with a flash of helplessness in his eyes.

"Dalton Valen issued an emergency transfer order, recruiting all the alien disciples in Demingham from the Transfer Bureau."

In the mechanical communicator, Mark Darren, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke, and his tone seemed a little impatient.

"This is a situation we have foreseeed. If the Saints will want to destroy the Arboretum, they will inevitably mobilize a large number of people from the Arboretum. Even the police station should cooperate. But we have notified the Arboretum that they only occupied an empty shell... Has the situation changed?"

Semyel frowned, and Mark Darren's tone made him feel a little bad.

"Yes, according to the new information from Williams, the president of the Azus Sect in Demingham Branch, now there are very few aliens appearing on the tree garden island, and there are only two ships parked outside. They did not find any trace of Dalton Valen. There are also information from the Maritime Bureau. The alien agency recruited five warships, and in the end, only two were heading to the tree garden, and the remaining three were heading to the depths of the Osweather Sea, with unknown targets!"

This is far from what they expected.

"At this time, I went out to sea and brought a large number of strange disciples... The destination could only be Abyss Island, Fern, please use the star map to confirm the situation on the Abyss Island."

Semiel patted Fern, who had put the brass suitcase on the table next to him.

The star map is started, and the environment of an island in the Osweather Sea is constantly magnifying.

The vortex in the center of the island still exists, but some special traces appear around it. In the center of the vortex, something like a ball is floating at this time.

"It actually took shape at this time... Oh no, Dalton wanted to use the people from the strange meter to help him clear the monsters on the Abyss Island and preserve his strength to the greatest extent!"

Holding the table with both hands, Semier stared at the ball in the vortex. He retreated again and again in the confrontation of Deminghan, and he gave again and again. It can be said that he was waiting for this moment.

The things in this ball are the core of the Saints Association's plan, and also the core of their plan.

There is only the same thing, but the purpose of both parties is completely opposite. What they have to do is far more shocking than what the Saint will do.

"Dalton made a move. He actually used the name of attacking the tree garden to force the team from the strange bureau to go out to sea. Now he must have an order document in his hand, and it is on the sea. No one can stop his actions...Horn and Donald Grant may be on top, and they cannot die there."

"It's not just the two of them. I can guarantee that Dalton will definitely bring all the pro-government-based dissidents in the Alien Transfer Bureau. He not only wants to land on the island, but also completely clear these people. When he comes back, the Alien Transfer Bureau will fall into his control. That's the most difficult time. We alone can't take back Deminghan."

Semyr put his hands across his chest and lowered his head to think about how to deal with it.

Their original plan was to wait until the Saint Association went to the island to get the existence of the Light Group before appearing, and relying on the trump card they have prepared now to defeat the Saint Association in one fell swoop, and regain control of Demingham and carry out their plan.

However, Dalton's sudden mobilization broke their plan by accident.

"Fight on the Abyss Island!"

After a long time, Semyr looked up suddenly, his tone of determination.

Those pro-government aristocrats in the Circular are those who were trained by the Demingham government when it was still under the control of the real Semyr. If they all died on the Abyss Island, not to mention that their important trump card was destroyed, even Horn, who had been selected and Donald, who was listed, would be lost.

This will undoubtedly have a huge impact on the plan.

"A decisive battle ahead of time?"

Porsh and Fern asked in unison.

"Yes, the final battle ahead of time! For Dalton, taking these people out with the opportunity is a great opportunity to eliminate dissidents, but this also gives us the opportunity. The fleet goes to sea, and our trump card in Demingham cannot be used, and he is the same. Among the participants in this trip, there must be a team of the Saints Association. They don't know that we have noticed their plans, nor do we know that we have prepared for a long time... Since they are trying to control Demingham, we will solve them overseas and succeed in one battle. Not only can we complete the plan, protect these people from the different adjustments, but we can also save Demingham from the damage of the war, and win three goals at one fell swoop!"

After all, it was because of the existence of Deminghan for more than ten years, Semyr's overall view made him make a judgment at the first time.

"I'll go and prepare immediately."

Mark Darren on the other side of the communicator said that, and he hung up the communicator. He is the only person on the surface, and some orders need to be issued by him.

After the click, the atmosphere in the basement suddenly became a little dull.

Semire, Porsh and Fern kept changing their eyes.

Changes in plans are inevitable.

Success or failure is here.

“I want to drink.”

Fern, who has a relatively unrestrained personality, spoke first.

"I'll get it."

Semyr, the oldest in the foursome, got up.

Each person had a bottle of wine. The amber wine swayed left and right when raising his hand, and Bechimo also placed a bottle in front of him.

"If we succeed, we should be in the history of the empire, right?"

"Don't worry, there is definitely not. At least no one in the senior executives of the empire will mention us in recent decades. Some things will be buried in their hearts."

"Maybe in the distant future, the empire has truly become the empire of mankind, and we will appear... I wish you success! Cheers!"

The three men laughed loudly at this moment.

Not relaxing.

Instead, force yourself to relax.
Chapter completed!