"Cleaned up?"

Ailena asked, looking at Zoey who was walking out from under the deck.

"Yeah, it took a little time to find someone," she wiped the blood off her face, "but fortunately, it's all done."

"What's next?" Betty shrugged. "Write a report for His Majesty Roland?"

"Let Ailena write it, I'm not good at summarizing. Anyway, His Majesty didn't take it seriously, just said to focus on overall stability, and the disposal methods are up to us. Write him as someone unwilling to accept failure and with ulterior motives, for this kind of person, it's better to be dead."

"That's how it was anyway," Betty said confidently, "If he didn't have ulterior motives, why would he choose a border city closest to Dawn?"

"Although His Majesty's attitude is casual, we can't be." Ailena cleared her throat. "I will list the causes, consequences, and analysis basis in this report, including your statements—like the meeting records in the city hall."

"You just want to get his appreciation in order to get more opportunities to go to the Dream World," Zoey rolled her eyes.

"I-I'm not!"

"Oh, can it be like this? I didn't even think of it..." Betty looked at Ailena with shining eyes, "Can you teach me how to write a formal report?"

"Uh... let's talk about it later," the latter coughed twice, "Let's solve the main business first."

"That's right," Zoey also put away her teasing expression, "But this part should not be written in the report."

"I know." Ailena turned and looked at the other end of the deck, beckoning to several men in black robes, "Come here."

The old man, led by the others, walked tremblingly to the three of them, bowing deeply, "Divine Envoys, what are your orders?"

"Since you are willing to come here with us, it means you have made enough preparations, right?" Ailena asked sternly.

The other party was the creator of "Black Money," Barryhe. Lothar, a traveling merchant from Glowing City. Although God's Punishment Witches are unmatched in battle, some things still require the assistance of mortals, such as intercepting Ampereen at sea and ensuring that the other party's death is completely unrelated to Graycastle.

For a mortal, regicide is an unimaginable crime, especially ending a royal bloodline. No amount of wealth can offset this ridiculous bloodline worship, which can be seen from Barryhe's trembling shoulders. However, he still took this step, and this alone is enough to prove his ambition.

"Yes... I am willing to serve the Divine Envoys."

"Relax," Ailena patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "In the eyes of the gods, the identity of mortals is meaningless, so what if he is a king? It's just a title with nothing but fame. Tell me, what do you plan to do next?"

Barryhe eased up a little, "Among the three plans, I still prefer the first one, disguised as a shipwreck is the most stable. Dozens of ships sink every year on this route due to storms, tsunamis, reefs, etc., especially since the border section will usher in a rainstorm in two days. As long as the ship is driven further into the deep sea and the bottom of the ship is chiseled through, no one will know what happened here."

He took a breath and continued, "As for disguising it as pirate looting or noble revenge, it is impossible to be flawless. Although it can shift people's suspicions to specific targets, fakes are fakes, and some clues can always be found if you look closely. Even if they can't find it, those nobles can create some flaws themselves."

"If it's a shipwreck, are you sure you can make all the clues disappear?" Zoey asked coldly.

"Yes, my lord," Barryhe said fiercely, "The sailors I brought will also disappear along with this ship. The person in charge of the cleanup is a Silent One trained by 'Black Money', and it is absolutely impossible for him to leak the news."

"Silent One?" Ailena looked at the attendants beside him, "Are these two also?"

"You guessed it right, they have neither hearing nor speech, and they need to use specific gestures to issue orders when commanding, which is why they are called Silent Ones."

"That's really a big investment..." Ailena naturally knew how troublesome it was to train a deaf-mute person into a warrior. Perhaps one out of ten can succeed, and that's if the potential is good. Where would an underground chamber of commerce collect so many deaf-mute people with good potential? I'm afraid these people were deliberately made that way with drugs and other means after being selected.

Of course, she didn't care about the means mortals used to treat each other. Even in the era of the Union, they had never given up on oppressing the weaker.

"This time I brought a full fifty Silent Ones, who do not listen to anyone's command except me, and it is more than enough to deal with those sailors. This plan can be said to be foolproof," Barryhe said, stroking his chest.

"Very good, let's do it this way," Ailena exchanged glances with Zoey and Betty, "But I have one more thing I need you to do."

The old merchant swallowed, "As long as it is within my ability, I will do my best."

If it was just creating an "accident," she had no need to hide it from His Majesty Roland. The following order did not come from Roland, but from Pasha's instructions.

"It's very simple, 'Black Money' has already connected with the new Dawn Lord, Horford. Quinn. The chamber of commerce must continue to support him on the surface, and at the same time, insert as many spies as possible into his new polity to secretly monitor the Quinn family's every move, understand?"

"But... isn't he the puppet you supported?" Barryhe asked in confusion.

"This is just in case, after all, the will of mortals is short and fragile, especially when the real challenge comes, who can guarantee that the puppet's performance will be as it was at the beginning?" Ailena paused, "And it is not stable to manage Dawn with just one family. I hope that your 'Black Money' chamber of commerce can also become a part of it."

If a person who yearns for power hears this hint, he would probably be overjoyed, but Barryhe did not show too much joy, but worried, "This requires a long-term plan, and only I can stabilize those partners, but Divine Envoy, you know my body..."

Ailena took out two porcelain bottles from behind and held them out in front of the other party, "Take them, you can drink them when you feel unwell, but remember, the two bottles cannot be drunk continuously, and the interval must be within a month. With six more bottles of medicine, your body can reach the basic requirements for transformation."

Barryhe's eyes suddenly flashed with ecstasy, he hurriedly took the porcelain bottles, carefully put them into his arms, and then bowed deeply, excitedly replying, "I will definitely complete the task you entrusted to me!"

"Do a good job, and when things are done, we will accept you into immortality," Ailena said softly.