"I understand everything." The voice was deep but devoid of any emotion.
He paused, seemingly contemplating for a moment, then briefly added, "Tomorrow I'll wander elsewhere. You all carry on as usual, without any slip-ups. Go rest early now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the inner room without saying another word.
The room fell silent again, leaving only the subdued responses of his subordinates. Cold sweat formed on their foreheads, and they dared not breathe too loudly.
......
Late at night, the flickering candlelight cast shadows across the dilapidated shack, and Anthony was still awake.
Spread out on the table was a thick stack of papers, previously gathered covertly by spies disguised as merchants, noting down fragmented intel: Red Tide's grain prices, goods allocation, knight patrol routes...
He had annotated and analyzed everything.
