At the Admiral Mansion's office, a spacious room furnished with just a row of bookshelves, a large desk, a decor that those in the know would understand, some pretentious calligraphy and paintings, as well as a wall of medals.
"Sunny, brother."
Liszt greeted the Admiral with open arms, passionately welcoming him, unaware that he had already become the target of Ezio's scrutiny.
Swan, however, was not surprised.
And Celeste finally figured out who the werewolf had been learning from. She had come along too, as the intermediary between Lostra and Black Sail. It was essential for Celeste to keep a close eye on Black Sail's movements. Although no funds had been invested yet, the valuable intelligence personnel working for him and the employment costs for Hall-level adventurer Chuan Che were significant expenses, not to mention the outlays for Fafna.
She could not afford to let all the effort invested wash away.
