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Qaidam Lake, the camp of the exile organization.

The buildings in the camp are extremely disorderly, encompassing various styles. There are caves like those in the jungle, tents from the plains, and crude huts constructed from wooden planks and bamboo, looking very unsafe, as if a gentle kick could collapse them.

But the people in the camp are unfazed by the chaos.

The exile organization gathers exiles from various places, each with their own habits of life.

As a result, conflicts arise from time to time.

As a member of the exile organization, Dilly dislikes the disorderly feeling very much.

When it's not necessary, she chooses to stay away from the camp, living on her own hot spring island or going to Plata Plain to gather information.

But this time, she had to come.

According to the organization's rules, as an intelligence officer like her, she has to report information once a month.

But what Dilly couldn't stand was that as soon as she entered the camp, a thin, weak man came up to her with an annoying smile on his face and said, "Dilly, it's you! Any gains this time? By the way, the information you asked me to find out last time has results now. But well, you'll need to give me a little reward."

Dilly stood back disdainfully and refused, "Sturge, stay away from me. I'm not interested in the information you provide."

If she remembered correctly, it was three months ago when she asked Sturge to gather information for her. The guy tricked her into five pieces of jerky, supernatural creature jerky at that, and kept delaying the information until she had to handle it herself to get the answers she sought.

Dilly won't fall into the same trap twice.

Despite Dilly's rejection, Sturge wasn't angry. He still wore that annoying smile and said, "Dilly, how about a different piece of information? Lord Logan hasn't been in the best mood lately. Even if you report to him, you might just receive a reprimand."

Logan isn't in a good mood?

Could something be happening in the camp?

Dilly was curious and didn't mince words as she snapped, "Sturge, if you don't disappear from my sight right now, I won't hesitate to leave you lying on the ground in tears!"

Sturge's face changed at her words.

He quickly backed away, muttering some offensive remarks under his breath, but he didn't dare to continue bothering Dilly.

After all, the title "Catcloak" wasn't just for show; it carried weighty accomplishments. Though not the strongest fighter in the exile organization, Dilly's ability to disappear was the most troublesome for anyone in the organization.

No one wanted to offend someone who could vanish at will.

Having shaken off Sturge's persistence, Dilly headed towards a stone-made circular tower in the center of the camp.

This tower, with only three floors, was constructed entirely of large stones the size of adult bodies, each stone meticulously placed with precision, indicating its premium craftsmanship.

This tower served as both Logan's residence and the place where he conducted affairs.

Dilly reached the ground floor of the tower, climbed the steps, and knocked on the closed wooden door while saying, "Lord Logan, something has happened at Plata Plain. I need to report to you."

A deep and solemn voice responded, "Come in."

Dilly pushed open the door and entered.

As soon as she stepped inside, she detected a strange medicinal odor, reminiscent of the unique scent when feathers are burnt, which made her feel nauseous.

The owner of the circular tower, Logan, was in the midst of preparing potions.

Seeing Dilly covering her nose, he handed her a leaf with a drop of blue liquid on it, saying, "Extracted from plants like mint, this essence can refresh your mind. Just dab it near your nostrils."

Following his instructions, Dilly immediately felt the air becoming fresher.

Logan then asked, "Dilly, what has happened at Plata Plain?"

Carefully, Dilly reported, "The Mpondo Tribe at Plata Plain was annihilated by a tribe from the jungle, and it was a complete devastation. Reg and his people had no chance to fight back."

Logan froze as if time had momentarily stopped for him.

After a brief pause, he regained his composure and asked with disbelief, "The Mpondo Tribe? Are you referring to the tribe Freya once visited?"

Dilly nodded.

Freya?

Why did it have to be her again?

Dilly felt a surge of disgust. She had been sent to Plata Plain initially because of Freya's presence. Though unclear why Logan cared so much about this woman named Freya, Dilly clearly did not like her.

Fortunately, that woman had left.

Continuing her report, Dilly said, "Lord Logan, there is another matter regarding Freya."

At the mention of Freya, Logan raised his head.

He was clad in a specially tanned beast skin, giving him a serious and unapproachable air. But upon hearing Freya's name from Dilly, a faint smile crept onto his face as he eagerly asked, "Freya, what about her?"

Dilly replied truthfully, "She has left."

Seeing Logan's confusion, Dilly added, "It seems that Freya encountered something terrifying. She perplexed from Plata Plain."

"Perplexed? " Logan furrowed his brow slightly.

He didn't quite believe this assertion.

Others might not know Freya's true identity, but he was well aware that as a candidate priest of the Golden Lion Tribe, Freya possessed formidable strength far beyond ordinary individuals.

In other words, around Plata Plain, there was no one who could match Freya.

So why would Freya suddenly leave?

This puzzled Logan greatly.

He waved his hand, signaling for Dilly to leave.

Although Dilly wanted to say more, seeing Logan's dismissal dampened her spirits. She lowered her head and walked out of the circular tower, returning to her modest wooden hut in the exile organization camp. The dwelling was sparse with only a bed, a table, a few chairs, and limited space.

Back in her place, Dilly couldn't help but complain, "Freya, it's always Freya!"

Just as she finished her grumble, Dilly heard a voice she detested, "Seems like you really dislike Freya?"

Dilly turned aside, gritting her teeth, "Enzo!"

Enzo sat on a nearby chair, wearing a gentle smile. He remarked, "Dilly, don't be so agitated. Last time I caught you, I kindly let you go. You should be grateful instead of seeing me as your enemy."

Enzo's words had no immediate effect.

But they did manage to calm Dilly somewhat. She displayed a mocking expression and asked, "What do you want?"

Enzo replied directly, "The exile organization is well-informed. I want to gather some information from you."

Dilly refused outright, "Dream on!"

Anticipating her reaction, Enzo continued calmly, "If you share information with me, I can tell you something about that Freya you seem to dislike so much."

Dilly hesitated.

After a moment, she asked, "What information do you want to know?"

Enzo proceeded to describe details about the High Tower ruins, and upon hearing this, Dilly's face turned pale with fear. She stood abruptly, her voice trembling as she questioned, "How did you learn about the High Tower Space?"

Enzo answered truthfully, "I've been inside."

Dilly didn't believe Enzo at all and sneered, "You've been inside? Enzo, do you really think I'm that easily deceived? The High Tower Space is incredibly dangerous, and there are eerie things inside that make it almost impossible for anyone who enters to come out!"

Enzo frowned slightly.

As listening to Dilly's tone and attitude, he could sense the seriousness and danger associated with the High Tower Space.

This complicates things.

However, whether it was because of the people of the Red River Tribe where Amy was, or due to Douglas's request, it was necessary to enter the High Tower Space again.

Last time, when his consciousness entered the High Tower Space, he sensed a unique call.

It seemed to be something very important.

Enzo didn't respond to Dilly's sarcasm further. His expression turned serious as he pressed, "Is there any way to enter the High Tower Space?"

Dilly regained her composure slightly and asked back, "Do you really want to enter the High Tower Space?"

After posing the question and seeing Enzo's determined expression, she refrained from further taunting. Instead, she spoke seriously, "The entrance to the High Tower Space is not fixed. From what I know, it only appears on Plata Plain, said to be a hidden place formed from deep within the plains. So, if you want to enter, you might need a bit of luck."

"However, for those who enter, it's nothing short of misfortune."

"Of course, if you've truly been inside, you shouldn't be asking me such a foolish question. Inside the High Tower Space, one can clearly discern where the next entrance will appear."

Dilly's words plunged Enzo into thought.

Suddenly, Enzo asked, "You've been inside the High Tower Space?"

Dilly smiled and replied, "Yes, it was an unimaginable nightmare. Not just for me, but for my tribe as well. Over five hundred people were sucked into the High Tower Space. All the other tribe members perished, and I was the only one who managed to escape."

Dilly clearly didn't want to dwell on this matter.

Even as Enzo pressed for more information, she remained silent and issued an order to leave, "Enzo, I need to rest. Please leave."

"Very well then, goodbye," Enzo said.

Having obtained the information he sought, Enzo didn't linger. His figure gradually dissipated.

However, what Enzo didn't know was that after his figure vanished, Dilly muttered to herself, "High Tower Space... those tribespeople..."

It seemed she had made a decision of some sort. She left her hut.

Next, riding a horned horse, she dashed toward the direction of the jungle.

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